A Thousand Marbles

A Thousand Marbles

The older I get, the more I enjoy Saturday mornings. Perhaps it’s the quiet solitude that comes with being the first to rise, or maybe it’s the unbounded joy of not having to be at work. Either way, the first few hours of a Saturday morning are most enjoyable. A few weeks ago, I was shuffling toward the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and the morning paper in the other. What began as a typical Saturday morning turned into one of those lessons that life seems to hand you from time to time. Let me tell you about it. I turned the volume up on my radio in order to listen to a Saturday morning talk show. I heard an older sounding chap with a golden voice. You know the kind, he sounded like he should be in the broadcasting business himself. He was talking about “a thousand marbles” to someone named “Tom”. I was intrigued and sat down to listen to what he had to say. “Well, Tom, it sure sounds like you’re busy with your job. I’m sure they pay you well but it’s a shame you have to be away from home and your family so much. Hard to believe a young fellow should have to work sixty or seventy hours a

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Unconditional Love

Unconditional Love

This is a very moving story about unconditional love. A soldier was finally returning home after having fought in Vietnam. He called his parents from San Francisco. “Mom and Dad, I’m coming home but, I’ve got a favor to ask. I have a friend I’d like to bring with me.” “Sure,” they replied, “we’d love to meet him.” “There’s something you should know,” the son continued, “he was hurt pretty badly in the fighting. He stepped on a landmine and lost an arm and a leg. He has nowhere else to go, and I want him to come live with us.” “I’m sorry to hear that, son. Maybe we can help him find somewhere to live.” “No, Mom and Dad, I want him to live with us.” “Son,” said the father, “you don’t know what you’re asking. Someone with such a handicap would be a terrible burden on us. We have our own lives to live, and we can’t let something like this interfere with our lives. I think you should just come home and forget about this guy. He’ll find a way to live on his own.” At that point, the son hung up the phone. The parents heard nothing more from him. A few days later, however, they received a call from the San Francisco police. They were

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Baby Erik and the Old Man

Baby Erik and the Old Man

Here is a story about Christ’s love expressed through an innocent child, without judgement or scruples. We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, “Hi there.” He pounded his fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. We were the only family with children in the restaurant. I sat Erik in a high chair and noticed everyone was quietly eating and talking. Suddenly, Erik squealed with glee and said, “Hi there.” He pounded his fat baby hands on the high-chair tray. His eyes were wide with excitement and his mouth was bared in a toothless grin. He wriggled and giggled with merriment. I looked around and saw the source of his merriment. It was a man with a tattered rag of a coat: dirty, greasy and worn. His pants were baggy with a zipper at half-mast and his toes poked out of would-be shoes. His shirt was dirty and his hair was uncombed and unwashed. His whiskers were too short to be called a beard and his nose was so varicosed it looked like a roadmap.

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The Marriage Vow (Conclusion)

The Marriage Vow (Conclusion)

Here is the conclusion of the very inspiring story that we shared yesterday on the importance of adhering to the marriage vow. A Month Later “Mother, he’s not even talking to me. All of a sudden, we are both strangers. He doesn’t eat my food, he comes home late, he hates me so much and it’s killing me. I’m confused, it’s truly hurting…” “For how long will you hide the truth from him? You’ve got to let him know…you can’t carry his…” There was the sound of a car horn. “Mom I’ve got to go…he’s back.” “Baby, you’ve got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind.” “Bye mom.” she ended the call. Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her. “Lawson.” She held him. “I’m tired.” He didn’t want to look at her face. “I know…can we talk for some minutes?” She tried to help him remove his suit. “Look, what is it?” He jerked from her. “Do you hate me this much? You can’t even look me in the eye. You can’t even stand my presence. Lawson…it’s me Sara…your best friend…” Tears began to well up in her eyes. “I’m in no mood for this.” He turned around to walk away. “Don’t you dare leave when I’m talking to you!”

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The Marriage Vow – A True Story

The Marriage Vow – A True Story

This is a true life story about the importance of keeping the marriage vow, no matter how tough and unbearable the vicissitudes of life throw at us. “I, Sarah Adams, take you Lawson Lawrence as my lawful wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part.” She smiled at him through her veil. “You may now kiss your bride, Mr. Lawson.” The Pastor beckoned. Lawson’s heart raced as he gently unveiled his bride’s face. She looked so beautiful. He gently bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lip. Sarah, in turn, embraced him tightly with tears of joy streaming down her face. “Never leave me, Sarah.” He whispered in her ear. “I will never leave you.” She whispered and they slowly released themselves from the embrace. “I present to you the latest couple!” The Pastor exclaimed excitedly. The church cheered and Sarah cried more in her husband’s arms. Five Years Later Sarah silently tiptoed behind her husband. He was in his study, engrossed in reading. She smiled to herself and gently covered his eyes with both hands. “It’s just you and I in this house Sara. Plus, I smelled you the moment you walked in.” He said. Sara released her hold, sighed and sat on the study table, “Why do

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A Story About the Value of Honesty

A Story About the Value of Honesty

Here is a story that stresses the value of honesty in everyday living. An aging king woke up one day to the realisation that should he drop dead, there would be no male in the royal family to take his place. He was the last male in the royal family in a culture where only a male could succeed to the throne – and he was aging. He decided that if he could not give birth to a male, he would adopt a son who then could take his place. But he insisted that such an adopted son must be extraordinary in every sense of the word. So he launched a competition in his kingdom, open to all boys, no matter their background. Ten boys made it to the very top. There was little to separate these boys in terms of intelligence, physical attributes, and capabilities. The king announced, “I have one last test and whoever comes top will become my adopted son and heir to my throne.” Then he said, “This kingdom depends solely on agriculture. So the king must know how to cultivate plants. Here is a seed of corn for each of you. Take it home and plant and nurture it for three weeks. At the end of three weeks, we shall see who has done the

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