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- Inspirational 08/19/11 The Road Of Life [1 Update]
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Topic: Inspirational 08/19/11 The Road Of Life
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From: Sherry's Inspirational List <sherrysinspirationallist@hotmail.com>
Date: Aug 18 08:31PM -0400
Url: http://groups.google.com/group/sherrys_inspirational/msg/10979b589aaa953b
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which we pray God's blessings may flow to others. Our ministry is not to
provide counseling, advice, or doctrinal interpretation. For this we refer
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inspiration we seek to channel your way. In Him, Sherry and Jim Heard
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The Road Of Life
Author: Unknown
At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I
did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die, He was
our there sort of like a president. I recognized His picture but I didn't
really know him.
But later on, when I met Christ it seemed as though life were rather like a
bike ride. But it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the
back helping me pedal.
I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life
has not been the same since.
When I had control, I knew the way it was rather boring and predictable...
It was the shortest distance between two points.
But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts up mountains and
through rocky places at break-neck speeds, it was all I could do to hang on!
Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal!"
I worried and was anxious and asked, "Where are you taking me?" He laughed
and didn't answer, and I started to learn to trust.
I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I'd say,
"I'm scared!" He'd lean back and touch my hand.
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance,
and joy. They gave me gifts to take on my journey, my Lord's and mine.
And we were off again. He said, "Give the gifts away; they're extra
baggage, too much weight." So I did to the people we met, and I found that
in giving I received, and still our burden was light.
I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life, I thought He'd wreck
it; but he knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to make sharp
corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten
scary passages.
And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strangest places, and
beginning to enjoy the view, and the cool breeze on my face, with my
delightful constant companion, JESUS CHRIST.
And when I'm sure I just can't do anymore, He just smiles and says ...
"Pedal."
"And again, I will put my trust in him. And again, Behold I and the children
which God hath given me." -Hebrews 2:13
"en verder: Ek sal my vertroue op Hom stel; en verder: Hier is Ek en die
kinders wat God My gegee het." -Hebrews 2:13
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Topic: Inspirational 08/18/11 He's My Brother
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From: Sherry's Inspirational List <sherrysinspirationallist@hotmail.com>
Date: Aug 17 09:22PM -0400
Url: http://groups.google.com/group/sherrys_inspirational/msg/637416c8dca3c0f7
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inspiration we seek to channel your way. In Him, Sherry and Jim Heard
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He's My Brother
Max Lucado
Eric Hill had everything you'd need for a bright future. He was twenty-eight
years old and a recent college grad with an athletic frame and a soft smile.
His family loved him, girls took notice of him, and companies had contacted
him about working for them. Although Eric appeared composed without, he was
tormented within. Tormented by voices he could not still. Bothered by images
he could not avoid. So, hoping to get away from them all, he got away from
it all. On a gray rainy day in February 1982, Eric Hill walked out the back
door of his Florida home and never came back
His sister Debbie remembers seeing him leave, his tall frame ambling down
the interstate. She assumed he would return. He didn't. She hoped he would
call. He didn't. She thought she could find him. She couldn't. Where Eric
journeyed, only God and Eric know, and neither of them has chosen to tell.
What we do know is Enc heard a voice. And in that voice was an "assignment."
And that assignment was to pick up garbage along a roadside in San Antonio,
Texas.
To the commuters on Interstate 10, his lanky form and bearded face became a
familiar sight. He made a home out of a hole in a vacant lot. He made a
wardrobe out of split trousers and a torn sweatshirt. An old hat deferred
the summer sun. A plastic bag on his shoulders softened the winter chill.
His weathered skin and stooped shoulders made him look twice his forty-four
years. But then, sixteen years on the side of the road would do that to you.
That's how long it had been since Debbie had seen her brother. She might
never have seen him again had it not been for two events. The first was the
construction of a car dealership on Eric's vacant lot. The second was a
severe pain in his abdomen. The dealership took his home. The pain nearly
took his life.
EMS found him curled in a ball on the side of the road, clutching his
stomach. The hospital ran some tests and found that Eric had cancer.
Terminal cancer. Another few months and he would be dead. And with no known
family or relatives, he would die alone.
His court-appointed attorney couldn't handle this thought. "Surely someone
is looking for Eric," he reasoned. So the lawyer scoured the Internet for
anyone in search of a brown-haired, adult male with the last name Hill.
That's how he met Debbie.
His description seemed to match her memory, but she had to know for sure.
So Debbie came to Texas. She and her husband and two children rented a hotel
room and set out to find Eric. By now he'd been released from the hospital,
but the chaplain knew where he was. They found him sitting against a
building not far from the interstate. As they approached, he stood. They
offered fruit; he refused. They offered juice; he declined. He was polite
but unimpressed with this family who claimed to be his own.
His interest perked, however, when Debbie offered him a pinto wear, an angel
pin. He said yes. Her first time to touch her brother in sixteen years was
the moment he allowed her to pin the angel on his shirt.
Debbie intended to spend a week. But a week passed, and she stayed. Her
husband returned home, and she stayed. Spring became summer, and Eric
improved, and still she stayed. Debbie rented an apartment and began home
schooling her kids and reaching out to her brother.
It wasn't easy. He didn't recognize her. He didn't know her. One day he
cursed her. He didn't want to sleep in her apartment. He didn't want her
food. He didn't want to talk. He wanted his vacant lot. He wanted his "job."
Who was this woman anyway?
But Debbie didn't give up on Eric. She understood that he didn't understand.
So she stayed.
I met her one Sunday when she visited our congregation. When she shared her
story, I asked what you might want to ask. "How do you keep from giving up?"
"Simple," she said. "He's my brother."
I told her that her pursuit reminded me of another pursuit-that her heart
reminded me of another heart. Another kind heart who left home in search of
the confused. Another compassionate soul who couldn't bear the thought of a
brother or sister in pain. So, like Debbie, he left home. Like Debbie, he
found his sibling.
And when Jesus found us, we acted like Eric. Our limitations kept us from
recognizing the One who came to save us. We even doubted his presence-and
sometimes we still do.
How does he deal with our doubts? He follows us. As Debbie followed Eric,
God follows us. He pursues us until we finally see him as our Father, even
if it takes all the days of our lives.
"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I
will dwell in the house of the Lord forever" (Ps. 23:6 NKJV)…
By the way, the last chapter in Eric Hill's life is the best one. Days
before he died he recognized Debbie as his sister. And, in doing so, he
discovered his home.
We will as well. Like Eric, we have doubted our Helper. But like Debbie, God
has followed us. Like Eric, we are quick to turn away. But like Debbie, God
is slow to anger and determined to stay. Like Eric, we don't accept God's
gifts. But like Debbie, God still gives them. He gives us his angels, not
just pinned on a lapel, but placed on our path.
And most of all, God gives us himself. Even when we choose our hovel over
his house and our trash over his grace, still he follows. Never forcing us.
Never leaving us. Patiently persistent. Faithfully present. Using all of his
power to convince us that he is who he is and that he can be trusted to lead
us home.
His goodness and mercy will follow us all the days of our lives.
Traveling Light, Max Lucado, 2001, W Publishing Group, Nashville, Tennessee.
All rights reserved.
"If a man say, I love God, and hateth his brother, he is a liar: for he that
loveth not his brother whom he hath seen, how can he love God whom he hath
not seen?" -1 John 4:20
"As iemand sê: Ek het God lief—en sy broeder haat, is hy 'n leuenaar; want
wie sy broeder wat hy gesien het, nie liefhet nie, hoe kan hy God liefhê wat
hy nie gesien het nie?" -1 John 4:20
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