When Franklyn Roosevelt was president … The phone rang one day in the office of a church in Washington DC. The caller had a question. The caller asked if they knew if the president would be attending that day. The minister replied, “That I cannot promise, but I do know that the Lord will be present, and that should be sufficient incentive for a reasonably large attendance.”
TRUE STORY: A few years ago, a woman had the opportunity to talk to her son, who was deployed to Iraq. He had called from there to say hello. Being a good Christian woman, she just had to ask the question of whether or not he had to work on Sundays. He paused for a moment and then said, “Mom – we have to work every day, it’s called a war.” (Readers Digest)
QUITTING is not an option:
When things go wrong, as they sometimes do; That is they’re wrong from our tear-dimmed view. When debts are high and income low; And how you gonna make it, you just don’t know. When you are pulling and panting to make ends meet; And it’s about all you can do to drag your feet. Well it’s alright if you like, to rest a bit; But say, whatever you do, don’t dare quit. There’s a goal, a crown and a Victor’s cup; And a real reward, if you don’t give up. But, many-a-man has stopped too soon; And quit his job, along about noon. It’s human nature, to watch the time; And listen for the bells of noon to chime. But say my friend, don’t let em criticize; You must forget the time if you want the prize. To those about you who are having their fun; And frolicking about in the noonday sun. Just let them play and lounge about; They’ll have to pay when rewards are given out. It’s the man who works the whole day thru; That wins the cup and the laurels too. Oh his back may hurt , and there may be tears; But he won the prize, and he gets the cheers. See, it won’t be long, till he’ll have a bath; A good square meal, and a big long nap. And when he’s one, real wide awake; He’ll see the prize, but the tears and aches. They’ve disappeared, somehow they’re gone; He forgets his toil, and the hours how long. Tis the prize he sees, and somehow he is glad; And he truthfully says, it wasn’t so bad. Friend, if you feel you’ve got the hardest fight; And everybody else’s burden is light. Compared with yours and the weight you bare; And you feel you have the biggest share. Of trouble and aches and pains, and worry; Debts and mortgages all due in a hurry. It’s alright to stop and rest if you like; But say whatever you do, don’t you strike. Just stop long enough to get your air; And while your breathing, just look over there. Across the street, or around the corner; You’ll say Bless me, there’s another mourner. I do declare, he’s got trouble, another kind; And gee by golly it looks as heavy as mine. And when you see yourself getting tired again; Just rest a bit, and look at him. And say, it won’t be long till you decide; Huh! I wonder why I fussed and cried. And fumed and and puffed and pouted when; I bear no more than other men. I’ve got a chance to win the cup; As much as others, who don’t give up. So here goes me, my best, my all; I’ll see this through, stand or fall (anonymous)
TRUE STORY: A young man named Antonio really loved music. But because Antonio’s voice was high and squeaky, he did not make the tryouts for the Boy’s Choir. When he took violin lessons, the neighbors persuaded his parents to make him stop. But … Antonio still wanted to make music. His friends gave him a hard time because his only talent was whittling. When Antonio was older he finally got a job as an apprentice to a violinmaker. His knack for whittling grew into a skill of carving. And his hobby became his craft. He worked patiently and faithfully. By the time he died, he had made over 1,500 violins, each one bearing a label that read, “Antonio Stradivarius.” They are the most sought-after violins in the world and sell for more than $100,000 each. Antonio couldn’t sing or play or preach or teach … but his responsibility was to use his ability, and his violins are still making beautiful music today.