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                                         Rev. E. Anderson

TAKING PERSONAL RESPONSIBILITY

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“If you are wise, your wisdom will reward you” – Proverbs 9: 12 NIV

 

To display the kind of responsibility that makes you successful in life:

 

1/.  TO RECOGNISE THAT GAINING SUCCESS MEANS PRACTICING SELF-DISCIPLINE.

 

Every time you stop yourself from doing what you shouldn’t and start doing what you should, you’re increasing your capacity for responsibility and the rewards it brings.

                                                                                                                         

2/.  WHAT YOU START, FINISH.

 

There are two kinds of people: those who will and those who might. Responsible people follow through. And that’s how others evaluate them.

 

3/. DON’T EXPECT OTHERS TO DO IT FOR YOU.

 

Paul writes: ‘ . . . . each one should carry his own load’ – Galatians 6: 5 NIV. Addressing students at the University of South Carolina, Chief Judge Alexander M. Saunders said: ‘As responsibility is passed to your hands it will not do to assume that someone will bear the major burdens, that someone else will demonstrate the key convictions, that someone else will run for offices, take care of the poor, visit the sick, protect civil rights, enforce the law, transmit value, and defend freedom. What you do not value will not be valued, what you do not remember will not be remembered, what you do not change will not be changed, what you do not will not be done. You can, if you will, craft a society whose leaders . . . .  are less obsessed with the need for money. It’s not a question of what to do, but simply the will to do it.’

 

Sometimes we don’t take responsibility because we believe others are more qualified. No, who make a difference in life, don’t do so because they’re the best qualified but simply they decided to try. Plus: God doesn’t call the qualified. He qualifies the called.

 

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A Time to Laugh

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                                       Rev. E. Anderson

A VALENTINE FUNNY
 
A fellow decided to buy his girl some perfume for Valentine's day, so he went to the
cosmetic counter in his girl's favourite store. The prices were horrific! No matter
what the sales lady showed him, even the tiniest bottles were beyond his budget.
 
Finally, he asked her: "Can you show me something really cheap?"
 
She handed him a mirror.
 
today's thought
 
Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I drive by again?

 

 

FAIR TRADE

 

A preacher was making his rounds to his parishioners on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower. ”Ho* much do you want for the mower?” asked the preacher.

 

“I just want enough money to go out and buy me a bicycle,” said the little boy.

After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, ”Will you take my bike in trade for it?”

 

The little boy asked if he full try it out first, and after riding the bike around a little while said, ‘”Mister, you’ve got yourself a deal.” The preacher took the mower and began to try to crank it. He pulled on the cord a few times with no response from the mower. The preacher called the little boy over and said: ‘.1 can’t get this mower to start.”

 

The little boy said, “That’s because you have to cuss at it to get it started.” The preacher said, “I am a minister and I cannot cuss. It has been so long since I have been saved that I do not even remember how to cuss.”

 

The little boy looked at him happily and said, “Just keep pulling on that cord. It’ll come back to ya!”

 

MEMORY OF THE DEAD

 

A little boy was in church and noted the plaque on the wall with a long list of names. He wondered in his mind why such a big number should be registered.

 

He made inquiry of his mum seated by, asking what this plaque represented.

 

She replied: “Oh son, these are people that have died in the services.”

 

In quick response he said: “Was it the morning or evening service!”

 

 

PRESERVING HEALTH

 

In the commuter train car the conversation turned to the merits and demerits of various ways of preserving health. One stout, florid man held forth with great eloquence on the subject.

“Look at me!” he said. “Never a day’s sickness in my life, and all due to simple food. Why, gentlemen,” he continued, “from the age of twenty to that of forty I lived an absolutely simple regular life — no effeminate delicacies, no late hours, no extravagances. Every day, in fact, summer and winter, I was in bed regularly at nine o’clock and up again at five in the morning. I worked from eight to one, then had dinner–a plain dinner, mark my words: after that, an hour’s exercise; then . . . ”

“Excuse me, sir,” interrupted a stranger in the corner, “but what were you in prison for?”

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THE FLYING SPIDER

Rev. Ivor Powell

 

I once read a novel in which the writer vividly described the menace of the flying spiders, and I shuddered at his weird and terrible descriptions. He told how men and beasts fled before the airborne demons; how that to become entangled in their trailing webs meant death of a most horrible kind. The story seemed utterly fantastic, and the idea of flying spiders appeared to be ludicrous. Then in northern New South Wales, I saw them. Let it be admitted that my flying spiders did not equal the ferocity of those described by the novelist, but they were flying spiders for all that. 

 

I was driving toward the Queensland border when 1 noticed that my petrol supplies were getting low. When I saw a small wayside garage, I brought my car alongside the petrol pumps, and jumped out to give my order. I had previously noticed that wispy smoke-like things were floating across the roads; that some had become stranded on the telephone wires. Yet I had not tie least idea what these things were. While the attendant filed my petrol tank, I turned to a few old men who were sitting on a nearby bench, and asked, “What are those things floating across the fields?” An old worthy removed his pipe and answered, “They be flying spiders, Mister.” My reactions amused them, for another old man came to life to say, “Aye. Mister, they be coming from the swamp lands – hundreds of ’em. See their webs trailin’? If you could catch them there webs, you’d find a spider clingin’ to tie end of every one of ’em. They be hangin’ on like grip death, and the wind is blowin’ them God knows where.” The pipe made its return journey, and i was left to digest the information.

 

I was fascinated by both the old men and the spiders. The patriarchs were awaiting my comments, so as I paid the petrol bill, I looked again at the fleecy aircraft sailing contentedly by, and said, “Well, they have brains anyhow. They hive a cheap form of transport.” Simultaneously three pipes came out together, three grunts echoed an unison, and speaking for us cobbers, one old fellow said,  “Aye, ye be right there, ye be.” We all laughed together,  then I continued my journey. Ever since, I have sought more information concerning these strange pilots of the sky.

 

Strangely enough. few people in Australia seem to know anything about them. Even in the same State in the Commonwealth, thousands of people have never heard. of them. Yet I know they exist because I saw them. The spiders spin their webs in the swamps, and lie in wait for the gnats and mosquitoes which breed there by the million.

 

When the strong winds blow, the webs are torn from their resting places and sent flying through space. At first l wondered whether the spider would be pleased or annoyed at nature’s interference with ifs home. But a little thought supplied an answer. If the spider did not wish to be removed from the swamp: it could relinquish its hold on the web and remain where it was. Yet such an action would have been suicidal, for in the rainy season the rising good waters would annihilate all spider life in those parts.

 

lt would appear, therefore, that these little creatures wisely recognised that there they had a no continuing city., They made adequate provision for their livelihood, but also prepared for the time when storms might beaten their very existence. They spread their webs in such a way, that they would not be unprepared in the day of testing. Thus the very storms which might easily have destroyed them carried them to safer and higher districts. The dying spiders seem to be wiser than men.

 

When the prophet asked the question, “How wilt thou do in the swellings of Jordan’?” he undoubtedly had m mind the fact that at certain times in the year the river overflowed, to present farmers with a priceless opportunity to irrigate their land. Yet his message had an even wider application Many of us weave our webs and think only of present enjoyment. We forget that eternal storms are destined a break over our heads. Happy indeed is that man who rests secure in the knowledge that the future holds no terror for him. Calamity will be averted, for supported by adequate provision, he will and rest on the shores of another world.

 

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