Our walk of faith involves being stuck between two worlds:
the natural and the spiritual.
God doesn't want us to deny our natural circumstances,
that there are things going on.
Some say, "Nothing bothers me."
Some things do bother you.
Some say, "I never get mad."
You do get mad.
Some say, "I don't hold grudges."
You do hold grudges.
Some say, "I've forgiven everyone."
We could push a button and you can bring up everything they've
done.
There are things going on but what we should say is, "I use the
Word of God to help me treat people and circumstances the right
way."
~excerpted from the message,
"Action Faith" by Bishop Wiley
Jackson II~
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The Other Boot
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My Father used to tell my brothers
and me a story of World War I.
While a young soldier was praying before bedtime one night, another soldier told him to stop that noise and threw one of his boots at him.
The next morning, the soldier who had been praying returned the boot to its owner cleaned and polished, and asked for the other one and said he would also polish that one.
My father said the young soldier was never abused again.
I was only a little girl when my father told this story, but I have never forgotten it.
~Submitted by Meg Seaman, Australia~
--MountainWings ~
the natural and the spiritual.
God doesn't want us to deny our natural circumstances,
that there are things going on.
Some say, "Nothing bothers me."
Some things do bother you.
Some say, "I never get mad."
You do get mad.
Some say, "I don't hold grudges."
You do hold grudges.
Some say, "I've forgiven everyone."
We could push a button and you can bring up everything they've
done.
There are things going on but what we should say is, "I use the
Word of God to help me treat people and circumstances the right
way."
~excerpted from the message,
"Action Faith" by Bishop Wiley
Jackson II~
=================================
The Other Boot
===============
My Father used to tell my brothers
and me a story of World War I.
While a young soldier was praying before bedtime one night, another soldier told him to stop that noise and threw one of his boots at him.
The next morning, the soldier who had been praying returned the boot to its owner cleaned and polished, and asked for the other one and said he would also polish that one.
My father said the young soldier was never abused again.
I was only a little girl when my father told this story, but I have never forgotten it.
~Submitted by Meg Seaman, Australia~
--MountainWings ~
