EVERYTHING HAPPENS FOR A REASON

As you might remember, the head of a company survived 9/11

because his son started kindergarten;

Another fellow was alive

because it was his turn to bring in doughnuts

One woman was late

because her alarm clock didn’t go off in time

One was late because he was stuck on the NJ Turnpike

due to an auto accident

One of them missed his bus

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take time to change

One’s car wouldn’t start

One couldn’t get a taxi

The one that struck me was the man, who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,

Took the various means to get to work

But before he got there, he developed a blister on his foot

He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band- Aid and

That’s why he is alive today.

Now, when I am stuck in traffic,

Or miss an elevator,

turn back to answer a ringing telephone…

All the little things that annoy me,

I think to myself,

This is exactly where God wants me to be at this very moment

Next time your morning seems to be going wrong,

You can’t seem to find the car keys

You hit every traffic light

Don’t get frustrated;

It may be just that

God is at work watching over you.

May God continue to bless you

With all those annoying little things

And may you remember their possible purpose.

THIS EASTER...

Once again, its that time of the year when Christians all over the world commemorate that great event that brought us salvation over 2000 years ago.

I wouldn't want to preach but for sometime I've been thinking on how we celebrate of festivals. Should this great season of Easter only be remembered within four days of April? Shouldn't it be a daily event? With full knowledge that the only reason Jesus was born into our world- which is why we celebrate Christmas- was to die and reconcile us to God [Easter]. Had Jesus not come into our world for his overwhelming work, our case would have been hopeless. I'd like to you to reflect on the season with these two short poems I wrote although I must admit I'm not a great poet-
Easter- a short summary of my personal experience of Easter;  and True Love:

EASTER

When I was at a loss
HE left HIS Heavenly gloss
to fight my cause
on a shameful cross

TRUE LOVE

Have you ever felt such true love-
like the peace of a dove from up above
or the gentleness of a twilight
that ushers a restful night;
Could it be the happiness of a rising sun
that brings forth a new morn
or does it feel like the savour
of living everyday in the favour
of my dear Saviour
But yes it is
this is what I see...
Only HIM and me
 together we'll be
a good company.

WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND

  
One day a man saw an old lady, stranded on the side of the
road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she
needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and
got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached
her.  Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No
one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he
going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and
hungry. 

He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in
the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only
fear can put in you. 

He said, 'I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in
the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan
Anderson.' 

Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that
was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a
place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two.
Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty
and his hands hurt. 

As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the
window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was
from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She
couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid. 

Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how
much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with
her. She already imagined all the awful things that could
have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice
about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was
helping someone in need, and God knows there were
plenty, who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived
his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act
any other way. 

He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the
next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give
that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added,
'And think of me.' 

He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had
been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good as he
headed for home, disappearing into the twilight. 

A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She
went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the chill off before
she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy
looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The
whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over
and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair. She had a
sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole
day couldn't erase. The lady
noticed that the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant,
but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude.
The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be
so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan .. 

After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred
dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her
hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out
the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back.
The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she
noticed something written on the napkin. 

There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady
wrote: 'You don't owe me anything. I have  been there too.
Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you
really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let
this chain of love end with you.' 

Under the napkin were four more $100 bills. 

Well, there were
tables to clear, sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve,
but the waitress made it through another day. That night
when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was
thinking about the  money and what the lady had written. How
could the lady have known how much she and her husband
needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be
hard.... 

She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping
next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and
low, 'Everything's going to be all right. I love you, Bryan.' 

There is an old saying 'What goes around comes around.'- law of Karma
Today I sent you this story, and I'm asking you to pass it
on. Let this light shine. God works in mysterious ways and
sometimes puts people in our lives for a reason.