DEV:A collection of sayings & poems One Solitary Life He was born in an obscure village. He worked in a carpenter shop until he was about thirty. He then became an itinerant preacher. He never held an office. He never had a family or owned a house. He didn't go to college. He had no credentials but Himself. After preaching three years, the public turned against Him. His friends ran away. He was turned over to His enemies and went through the mockery of a trial. He was nailed to a cross between two thieves. While He was dying, His executioners gambled for His clothing, the only property He had on earth. He was laid in a borrowed grave. Nineteen centuries have come and gone, and today He is the central figure of the human race. All the armies tht ever marched, all the navies that ever sailed, all the parliaments that ever sat, and all the kings that ever reigned have not affected the life of man on the earth as much as that One Solitary Life. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx From Lois Peterson From Millie Stackhouse RECIPE FOR RAISING CHILDREN Yesterday He helped me, 1 Cup Proverbs 22:6 Today, He did the same-- 2 T. Proverbs 19:18 How long will this continue? Dash Proverbs 23:13 Forever--"Praise His Name!" Pinch Ephesians 6:4 1 tsp. Proverbs 3:5,6 1/2 Cup Titus 2:3-7 1 pound persistence 1 Cup Love Whip to right consistency ******************** POEMS BY RACHEL OLSON THE BEE A bee is engineered so badly He shouldn't fly, but does so gladly. The first bee doubtless looked around And said, "I can't get off the ground! With my small wings and all of me I'll never make it to that tree!" And God said, "Listen bee, to me. Who said you had to reach that tree? Just fly around among the flowers Your business there will keep you hours. And when you've learned to use your wings Then you can fly to higher things!" GOD'S CATHEDRAL If birds and bees and flowers Become so common place They do not make you think of God, Then meet Him face to face In one of His great caverns Where working with lone hand And little drops of water, He's fashioned fairyland. A DREAM COME TRUE Just toss a dream in your knapsack And forget that you put it there. Start over the hills on your journey But cover your dream with a prayer. And when you arrive where you're going Remember--your dream has gone, too. If your journey's been upward and onward Behold! Your dream has come true! HOUSECLEANING I cleaned my house this morning And found an awful mess. I threw away a lot of things I thought I loved the best: A worn excuse I'd often use When there were things to do, Some plans of my own making On how to muddle through; A seat of hate, much used of late, Some seeds of doubt I'd sown, My vanity, a lot of sins, Some fears that I'd outgrown. And when I looked around the place I thought it would seem bare, But lo! my loveseat filled the space And Christ was sitting there. Rachel's contribution for a closing thought at the end of the Morning Clock: Is your religion your steering wheel or your spare tire? --------------------------------------------------------------- A LOAF OF BREAD (from the Joyful Noise, First Christian Reformed Church, Alameda) Here is a story World Missions received from Ron, Lu, and Rachel Vander Griend, one of your missionary families in The Philippines. It's about a loaf of bread --something North Americans take for granted. We had whole-wheat bread for breakfast this morning! Not a startling event for most of you, I'm sure, but let me explain how it got to our table. My wife, Lu, wrote down her request for three kilos of flour and gave it to our baby sitter, who went home and gave it to her neighbor, who in turn took it to work and dropped it off with the missionary's wife in the next town, who gave it to her husband, who took it to Manila when he went to his office on Firday, who gave it to his secretary, she passed it on to her sister, who gave it to the lady she works for, who is a member of a grain co-op. The woman graciously filled the order and the flour came back along the same route. Amazing isn't it?! Having whole-wheat bread for breakfast isn't really a matter of availability, but of distribution. The flour is available. There are just not enough people bringing it around. After eating the bread we read the Bible. It's the same story, isn't it!? Christ gave it to the disciples, who passed it on to their neighbors, who gave it to the merchant who went to Rome, who passed the news to his cousin, who visited the barbarians in Flanders, who passed it down to my father--until, finally, it ended up on my table. It is not a question of availability, but of distribution. The Word has always been available. There are just not enough people bringing It around. Breakfast Greetings from the Vander Griends and from World Missions! Pray for the Vander Griends the next time you break bread. And pray that there will be more missionaries to distribute the Bread of Life to a hungry world. Compliments ofthe Christian Reformed World Missions 2850 Kalamazoo, Grand Rapids, MI 49560 CHRIST i SERVE RBBS (616-891-8488) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx YOU CAN'T FOOL GOD! (aired in June/85 on Omar Andeel's Morning Clock) Oh, you can fool the hapless public. You can be a subtle fraud. You can hide your little meanness- But you can't fool God! You can advertise your virtues. You can self-achievement laud. You can load yourself with riches- But you can't fool God! You can criticize the Bible. You can be a selfish clod. You can lie, swear, drink and gamble- But you can't fool God! You can magnify your talent. You can hear the world applaude. You can boast yourself somebody- But you can't fool God!! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx FROM THE COLLECTIONS OF RAE SVEEN (who, along with her husband, raised four daughters and one son) SONNET TO A TEENAGE DAUGHTER My Child, my child, where did I lose my way? How can I bridge this unexpected gap Between our lives--when only yesterday You sought my answers as you sought my lap. But now you seek the knowledge of your peers-- You seem a stranger I have never known-- Retreating to your diary and your tears, Insisting you prefer to be alone. Yet, looking back, I'm sure I turned aside From my own mother's wisdom at your age; Not till the day when I became a bride Did I suspect my mother was a sage... My child, my child, it's time to realize That I must let you grow...if I am wise. -Nova Trimble Ashley YOU You got it from your father, It was all he had to give. So it's yours to use and cherish, For as long as you may live. If you loose the watch he gave you, It can always be replaced, But a Black Mark on your Name, Son, Can never be erased. It was clean the day you took it, And a worthy name to bear. When he got it from his father, There was no dishonor there. So make sure you guard it wisely, After all is said and done, You'll be glad the name is spotless, When you give it to your son. THE LOVELY ALIENS Oh, Lord, please bless these lovely aliens, my children. They seem so strange to me at times, not even resembling me in face or traits or body. It is sometimes hard to believe that I had anything to do with producing then--these vigorous strangers going their own way with such vigor and independence. The fact tht I even clothe and care for them seems an anomaly, as if I am just some loving outsider attending their needs. At times I protest this, Lord, I don't want to be an outsider. I am lonely for the deeper attachments we had when they were small. I feel a hungry desire to know more truly what they think, to share their lives. A kind of righteous indignation rises up, demanding, "See here, if it weren't for me you wouldn't be here! Pay attention to me, draw me in. Darn it, I'm your mother." Then I am reminded of my own blithe, often inconsiderate, youth. You help me to see that this is nature's way, however cruel, of cutting natal strings. I cannot carry them forever in my womb, or on my lap (only in my heart). The burden of it would be intolerable. For my sake as well as theirs, I've got to let them alone, let them go. So bless them as they make these fierce, sometimes foolish, sometimes faltering strides toward independence. Give them strengh--they're going to need it! Don't let my self-pity sap their progress. God bless these lovely aliens, my children. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Some of the following poems/thoughts have no known authors to us. They have been shared from the favorite collections of our listener/users. Some were cut from newspapers, or seen "some- where", or told to them by relatives or friends, etc. If anyone out there can tell us the name of any missing author, we will happily acknowledge same and add to the end of the poem. And if you have any poem or thought to leave, please do! We at Family Radio practice the biblical principal from Matthew 10:8b "Freely ye have received, freely give." THANKFULNESS True gratitude cannot be held Like water in a cup. It just flows out in words and deeds To answer hungry people's needs And thus it fills them up. Rachel Olson RECOMPENSE Trouble, worry, sorrow, pain- To cherish these seems odd Except I know they stretch my soul And fill it up with God. Rachel Olson IN THE SANCTURARY Dear Lord, you have imposed on me A grave responsibility. For how can one be in this place And not have looked upon your face. And having seen and learned your way Then I must live it every day. Rachel Olson BLESSINGS I used to rail against a fate That overturned my plans; I'd waste my energy and time With wails and wringing hands. But now I look expectantly When things I'd plan to do Are changed or even set aside And do not carry through. I know that God is telling me To keep myself in tune For bigger things He has for me, Which He can't do alone. Rachel Olson RECIPE FOR PRAYER I made a lovely prayer this week And had the best results. It's been a foolproof recipe For children and adults. First take what faith you have on hand A little or a lot. Now if you find you're out of it You might as well just stop. You'll need at least a cup of love To make the texture right. Without it prayers are heavy, and they should be very light. Now season with humility Use with a heavy hand. I once used ego by mistake- My prayer was pretty bland. Leaven with expectancy- You can't get in too much. The more you use, the better. It gives that extra touch. When everything is blended And ready for the pan Just drop in the petitions As quickly as you can. The secret of this recipe- And this you must include, Just as the prayer is rising You frost with gratitude. A lot of people that I know Use all these little tricks. We're going to have it patented And call it "Quick Prayer Mix." Rachel Olson xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Seen on the refrigerator at Carole Ackerman's home: Even if you are on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there! (by James Baldwin) xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Jackie Eaton saw this thought posted in the window of a Sonora shop: If your life is hemmed with prayer, it's less likely to become unraveled.