Monday, January 15, 2018

An Angel Comes Down to Earth


An Angel Comes Down to Earth
An eye witness account from New York City, on a cold winter day, some years ago. A little boy, about 10-years-old, was standing before a shoe store on the roadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering With cold.  A lady approached the young boy and said, 'My, but you're in such deep thought staring in that window!'
'I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes, ‘was the boy's reply.
The lady took him by the hand, went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy.  She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel. He quickly brought them to her.
She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet, and dried them with the towel.
By this time, the clerk had returned with the socks ... Placing a pair upon the boy's feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes.
She tied up the remaining pairs of socks and gave them to him.  She patted him on the head and said, 'No doubt, you will be more comfortable now.'
As she turned to go, the astonished kid caught her by the hand, and looking up into her face, with tears in his eyes, asked her. 
'Are you God's wife?'
Inspirational stories

Martin Luther King quote


Monday, January 8, 2018

Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions

Big Mud Puddles and
Sunny Yellow Dandelions
Author Unknown
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When I look at a patch of dandelions, I see a bunch of weeds that are going to take over my yard. My kids see flowers for Mom and blowing white fluff you can wish on.
When I look at an old drunk and he smiles at me, I see a smelly, dirty person who probably wants money and I look away. My kids see someone smiling at them and they smile back.
When I hear music I love, I know I can’t carry a tune and don’t have much rhythm so I sit self-consciously and listen. My kids feel the beat and move to it. They sing out the words. If they don’t know them, they make up their own.
When I feel wind on my face, I brace myself against it. I feel it messing up my hair and pulling me back when I walk. My kids close their eyes, spread their arms and fly with it, until they fall to the ground laughing.
When I pray, I say thee and thou and grant me this, give me that. My kids say, "Hi God! Thanks for my toys and my friends. Please keep the bad dreams away tonight."
When I see a mud puddle I step around it. I see muddy shoes and dirty carpets. My kids sit in it. They see dams to build, rivers to cross, and worms to play with.
I wonder if we are given kids to teach or to learn from? No wonder God loves the little children! Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.

I wish you Big Mud Puddles and Sunny Yellow Dandelions

Tuesday, January 2, 2018

The work of Christmas by Howard Thurman


What Does The Christmas Angel Look Like?

What Does The Christmas Angel Look Like?
· Angels come in all shapes and sizes; all ages and skin types.
· For example, the little old lady who returned your purse last week.
· They come disguised as enemies, teachers, students, even fools.
· Like the taxi driver who told you that your eyes light up the world, when you smile.
· They don't take life too seriously, they travel light.
· Remember the small child who showed you the wonder in simple things.
· An angel leaves no forwarding address, they ask nothing in return.
· Like the poor man who offered to share his lunch with you.
· Like the rich man who showed you that it really is all possible, if only you believe.
· Remember the stranger who just happened to come along, when you had lost your way.
· Think back to the friend who touched your heart, when you didn't think you had one.
· Some cherubs have freckles, some have dimples, think of some with wrinkles, some without.
· They are hard to find when your eyes are closed, but when you choose to see, angels are everywhere you look.
· So, open your eyes and count all your Angels; for you are truly blessed.

The reason that angels can fly is because they take themselves lightly.
G.K. Chesterton.
Will and Guy's Humour 

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Night Before Christmas for IT


Twas the night before crisis, and all through the house, Not a program was working, not even a browse.
The programmers were wrung out, too mindless to care, Knowing chances of shipping hadn't a prayer.

The users were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of inquiries danced in their heads.
When out in the lobby there arose such a clatter, That I sprang from my cube to see what was the matter.

And what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a SUPER PROGRAMMER, oblivious to fear.
More rapid than eagles, his programs they came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
On Update! On Add! On Inquiry! On Delete!
On Batch Jobs! On Closing! On Functions Complete!

His eyes were glazed over, his fingers were lean,
From weekends and nights in front of the screen.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Turning specs into code, then he turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger on the ENTER key,
The system came up, and worked perfectly.

The updates, updated; the deletes, they deleted; The inquiries, inquired; and the closing completed.
He tested each whistle, he tested each bell, With nary an abend, and all had gone well.

The system was finished, the tests were concluded, The client's last changes were even included!
And the client exclaimed with a snarl and a taunt, "It's just what I asked for, but NOT what I want…"

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Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!