Wednesday, January 29, 2014

In The Face of Terrorism and Persecution

In The Face of Terrorism and Persecution
Source- Malankara World Journal

It occurred in 1956 when Martin Luther King Jr.'s house was bombed. That day he had publicly started supporting a little unknown lady named Rosa Parks. Because of his beliefs, someone tried to destroy his house and silence his voice. Although he wasn't at the house, his wife and young child were. King raced home, comforted them and then spoke to an angry mob of his supporters gathered in his front yard. These people wanted revenge on those who had instigated the bombing. King had to choose between fear and love. This is what he said:

"If you have weapons, take them home; if you do not have them, please do not seek to get them. We cannot solve this problem through retaliatory violence. We must meet violence with nonviolence. Remember the words of Jesus: 'He who lives by the sword will perish by the sword'. We must love our white brothers, no matter what they do to us. We must make them know that we love them. He still cries out in words that echo across the centuries: 'Love your enemies; bless them that curse you; pray for them that despitefully use you.' This is what we must live by. We must meet hate with love. Remember, if I am stopped, this movement will not stop, because God is with the movement. Go home with this glowing faith and this radiant assurance."

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Not far from Wrong

Not far from Wrong
- Unknown -

It was the Rally Day program at the church and a little girl was to recite the Scripture she had memorized for the occasion. When she got in front of the crowd, the sight of hundreds of eyes peering at her caused her to forget her memory work.

Every line that she had so carefully rehearsed faded from her mind and she stood there unable to utter a single word. In the front row, her mother was almost as frantic as the little girl. The mother gestured, moved her lip, trying to form the words for the girl, but it did no good.

Finally, in desperation the mother whispered the opening phrase of the memorized Scripture: "I am the light of the world."

Immediately the child's face lit up and a smile appeared on it as she said with bold confidence, "My mother is the light of the world!"

Of course everybody smiled and some laughed out loud.

Then they soberly reflected that the girl, in some way, was not far from wrong. For the mother is the light of the child's world.

Sunday, January 19, 2014

The stench of hatred!

The stench of hatred!
- Unknown -

A teacher decided to let her class play a game. She told each child to bring along a plastic bag containing a few cooked potatoes.

Each potato was to be given a name of a person that the child hated, so the number of potatoes that a child would have in the bag would depend on the number of people he/she hated.

So when the day came, every child brought some potatoes with the name of the person he/she hated. Some had five, another 7, one as many as 9. The teacher then told the children to carry the plastic bag with them wherever they went (even to the toilet) for a week.

Days passed and the children started to complain due to the unpleasant smell let out by the rotten potatoes. Besides some found the bags too heavy to carry around all the time. After a week the children were relieved that the game had finally ended.

The teacher asked how it felt to be carrying potatoes for a week. The children let out their frustrations and started complaining of the trouble that they had to go through having to carry the heavy and smelly potatoes wherever they went.

Then the teacher told them, “This is exactly the situation when you carry your hatred for somebody inside your heart. The stench of the hatred will contaminate your heart and you will carry it wherever you will go.

If you cannot tolerate the smell of rotten potatoes for just one week, can you imagine what it is to live a lifetime with the stench emanating from within you.”

Friday, January 17, 2014

SOMEDAY

SOMEDAY 

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different. The memo pad on my refrigerator door will read, "Afternoon at hairdresser," or, "browse through art gallery," or, "start golf lessons"... instead of, "pediatrician at 2:00," or, "Cub Pack Meeting.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, the house will be free of graffiti. There will be no crayoned smiley faces on the walls, no names scrawled in furniture dust, no pictures fingered on steamy windows, and no initials etched in bars of soap.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get through a whole chapter of an engrossing book without being interrupted to sew a nose on a teddy bear, stop a toddler from eating the dog food, or rescue the cat from the toy box.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I won't find brown apple cores under the beds, empty spindles on the toilet paper hanger, or fuzzy caterpillars in denim jeans. And I will be able to find a pencil in the desk drawer, a slice of leftover pie in the refrigerator, and the comics still in the center of the newspaper.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll breeze right past the gumball machine in the supermarket without having to fumble for pennies; I'll stroll freely down each aisle without fear of inadvertently passing the candy or toy sections; and I'll choose cereal without considering what noise it makes, what prize it contains, or what color it comes in.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll prepare Quiche Loraine, or Scallops Amandine, or just plain liver and onions, and no one will say, "Yuk! I wish we were having hot dogs!" or, "Jimmy's lucky, his Mom lets him eat chocolate bars for dinner,"; And we'll eat by candle light, with no one trying to roast their peas and carrots over the flame to "make them taste better," or arguing about who gets to blow out the candle when we're done.

SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, I'll get ready for my bath without first having to remove a fleet of boats, two rubber alligators, and a soggy tennis ball from the tub. I'll luxuriate in hot, steamy water and billows of bubbles for a whole hour, and no fists will pound on the door, no small voices will yell, "Hurry up, Mommy! I gotta go!

YES, SOMEDAY, when the kids are grown, life will be different.
They'll leave our nest, and the house will be Quiet... and calm... and empty... and lonely. And I won't like that at all! And then... I'll spend my time, not looking forward to SOMEDAY, but looking back at YESTERDAY.

Recognize all of the angels-in-training around you.

-- Author unknown

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Eight Laws of Leadership


Eight Laws of Leadership
Michael Josephson

Take a look around: Business, education, politics. If there's one thing we don't have enough of, it's good leaders—men and women who have the vision and the ability to change things for the better.

Former Air Force General William Cohen wrote a fine book called The Stuff of Heroes in which he identified eight laws of leadership. Here are his rules:

1. Maintain absolute integrity.
2. Know your stuff.
3. Declare your expectations.
4. Show uncommon commitment.
5. Expect positive results.
6. Take care of your people.
7. Put duty before self.
8. Get out in front.

His laws embrace important competencies like knowledge, communication skills, commitment, optimism, caring, and a powerful sense of duty. But General Cohen also recognized that the foundation of a successful leader is character, including trustworthiness, honor, and courage.

The best leaders draw on these moral qualities to influence others through inspiration, persuasion, trust, and loyalty. They do the right thing despite the costs and risks, and do it not because it will yield approval or advantage, but because it's the right thing.

In these cynical times, it's easy to think such leadership is unattainable; yet in every walk of life there are hundreds of men and women—parents, teachers, coaches, civic activists—who fit this mold. What's more important, every one of us could be among them.

Monday, January 6, 2014

Vision

Vision
Source: Unknown

About 350 years ago a shipload of travellers landed on the north-east coast of America....

The first year they established a town site. The next year they elected a town government. The third year the town government planned to build a road five miles westward into the wilderness.

In the fourth year the people tried to impeach their town government because they thought it was a waste of public funds to build a road five miles westward into a wilderness. Who needed to go there anyway?

THOUGHT: Here were people who had the vision to see three thousand miles across an ocean and overcome great hardships to get there. But in just a few years they were not able to see even five miles out of town. They had lost their pioneering vision. With a clear vision of what we can become in Christ, no ocean of difficulty is too great. Without it, we rarely move beyond our current boundaries.