Three Red Marbles

I usually check out every email I get to be sure it’s true.  But not this one—even though I’ve seen it several times—because even if it’s not true it should be. I pray not only that God will bless me with the wisdom and riches of Mr. Miller in the story, but also that those who receive such blessings will humbly and gratefully receive them.  Far too many people never acknowledge the source of their blessings.

Thanks to Shirley Dillon for sharing this latest reminder. 

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I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.  Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.
'Hello Barry, how are you today?'
'H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good.'
'They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?'
'Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time.'
'Good. Anything I can help you with?'
'No, Sir. Jus' admirin' th em peas.'
'Would you like to take some home?'  asked Mr. Miller.
'No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with.'
'Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?'
'All I got's my prize marble here.' 
'Is that right? Let me see it' said Miller.
'Here 'tis. She's a dandy.'
'I can see that. Hmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?' the store owner asked.
'Not zackley but almost.'
'Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble'. Mr. Miller told the boy.
'Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.'
Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me.  With a smile she said, 'There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store.'
I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado , but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.
Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.
Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket.
Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.
Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.
'Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about.  They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.'
'We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world,' she confided, 'but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho ..'
With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

How they voted

If you want to know how your Senators and Congressman voted on a bill, or what’s coming up on the Congressional calendar, there’s a website at http://www.congress.org/congressorg/megavote/ that will send a weekly summary to your email address.  This is one of those rare occasions when Congress did something right (I think).

 

 

Grocery shopping 101

This is audio only. Listen and learn, guys!

LeftBrainGroceryList-32.mp3

High Flight

High Flight
Uploaded by DwightFrye. -

Julio and Lisa: La Oracion (The Prayer)

Hymnary.org

Here’s a fascinating site for all of us hymn lovers:   http://www.hymnary.org/

It’s a searchable database of hymnals!  You can search by song, author, text and even find hymns based on specific Bible verses. 

Here’s their description from the first page:

Hymnary.org is a new kind of hymn Web site. Since its inception in 2007, its depth and power have drawn church musicians, hymnologists, and amateur hymn lovers alike. Hymnary.org currently contains 54 hymnals, entries on 21,892 texts and 16,580 tunes, bibliographical information from sources such as Julian's Dictionary of Hymnology and hymnal handbooks, full scores of many hymns, and 9,614 media files.

Enjoy!

Piano for sale

Jim and Cathy have a beautiful piano for sale at http://want-ads.blogspot.com/.
Take a look!

A Red, Red Rose
by Robert Burns
(listen)

O, my luve's like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my luve's like the melodie,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonie lass,
So deep in luve am I,
And I will luve thee still, my Dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my Dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun!
O I will luve thee still, my Dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!

Christians in Hollywood

I’ll bet a lot of Encouragers remember actress Jane Russell, now 87. But how many know she’s a strong Christian!

Click the poster to read Christianity Today's interview.

An Irish blessing

May the friendships you make,
Be those which endure,
And all your grey clouds
Be small ones for sure.
And trusting in Him
To Whom we all pray,
May a song fill your heart,
Every step of the way.

Another Irish blessing

May those who love us, love us;

and those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts;

and if He doesn't turn their hearts, may he turn their ankles

so we'll know them by their limping.

The Stethoscope

Thanks to Ann White for sharing this.

THE BELL

I KNOW WHO I AM
I am God's child (John 1:12)
I am Christ's friend (John 15:15 )
I am united with the Lord (1 Cor. 6:17)
I am bought with a price (1 Cor 6:19-20)
I am a saint (set apart for God). (Eph. 1:1)
I am a personal witness of Christ. (Acts 1:8)
I am the salt & light of the earth (Matt 5:13-14)
I am a member of the body of Christ (1 Cor 12:27)
I am free forever from condemnation ( Rom. 8: 1-2)
I am a citizen of Heaven. I am significant (Phil 3:20)
I am free from any charge against me (Rom. 8:31 -34)
I am a minister of reconciliation for God (2 Cor 5:17-21)
I have access to God through the Holy Spirit (Eph. 2:18)
I am seated with Christ in the heavenly realms (Eph. 2:6)
I cannot be separated from the love of God (Rom 8:35-39)
I am established, anointed, sealed by God (2 Cor 1:21-22 )
I am assured all things work together for good (Rom. 8:28 )
I have been chosen and appointed to bear fruit (John 15:16 )
I may approach God with freedom and confidence (Eph. 3: 12 )
I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me (Phil. 4:13)
I am the branch of the true vine, a channel of His life (John 15: 1-5)
I am God's temple (1 Cor. 3: 16). I am complete in Christ (Col. 2: 10)
I am hidden with Christ in God (Col. 3:3).. I have been justified (Romans 5:1)
I am God's co-worker (1 Cor. 3:9; 2 Cor 6:1). I am God's workmanship (Eph. 2:10)
I am confident that the good works God has begun in me will be perfected. (Phil. 1: 5)
I have been redeemed and forgiven ( Col 1:14). I have been adopted as God's child (Eph 1:5)
I belong to God
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God vs science

Thanks to Nicki Gist for sharing this.

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A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, 'Let me explain the problem science has with religion. 'The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.
 
'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?' 

'Yes sir,' the student says.
 
'So you believe in God?' 

'Absolutely.'
 
'Is God good?' 

'Sure! God's good.' 
 
'Is God all-powerful? Can God do anything?'

'Yes.'
 
'Are you good or evil?'

'The Bible says I'm evil.'
 
The professor grins knowingly. 'Aha! The Bible!' He considers for a moment. 'Here's one for you. Let's say there's a sick person over here and you can cure him. You can do it. Would you help him? Would you try?'
 
'Yes sir, I would.'
 
'So you're good...!'

'I wouldn't say that.'
 
'But why not say that? You'd help a sick and maimed person if you could. Most of us would if we could. But God doesn't.'
 
The student does not answer, so the professor continues. 'He doesn't, does he? My brother was a Christian who died of cancer, even though he prayed to Jesus to heal him. How is this Jesus good? Hmmm? Can you answer that one?'
 
The student remains silent.
 
'No, you can't, can you?' the professor says. He takes a sip of water from a glass on his desk to give the student time to relax.
 
'Let's start again, young fella. Is God good?'

'Er...yes,' the student says.
 
'Is Satan good?'

The student doesn't hesitate on this one. 'No.'
 
'Then where does Satan come from?'

The student falters. 'From God'
 
'That's right. God made Satan, didn't he? Tell me, son. Is there evil in this world?'

'Yes, sir.'
 
'Evil's everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything, correct?'
 
'Yes.'
 
'So who created evil?' The professor continued, 'If God created everything, then God created evil, since evil exists, and according to the principle that our works define who we are, then God is evil.'
 
Again, the student has no answer. 'Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things, do they exist in this world?'
 
The student squirms on his feet. 'Yes.'
 
'So who created them?'
 
The student does not answer again, so the professor repeats his question. 'Who created them?' There is still no answer. Suddenly the lecturer breaks away to pace in front of the classroom. The class is mesmerized.

'Tell me,' he continues onto another student. 'Do you believe in Jesus Christ, son?'
 
The student's voice betrays him and cracks. 'Yes, professor, I do.'
 
The old man stops pacing. 'Science says you have five senses you use to identify and observe the world around you. Have you ever seen Jesus?'
 
'No sir. I've never seen Him.'
 
'Then tell us if you've ever heard your Jesus?'

'No, sir, I have not.'
 
'Have you ever felt your Jesus, tasted your Jesus or smelt your Jesus? Have you ever had any sensory perception of Jesus Christ, or God for that matter?'
 
'No, sir, I'm afraid I haven't.'

'Yet you still believe in him?'

'Yes.'
 
'According to the rules of empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your God doesn't exist.  What do you say to that, son?'
 
'Nothing,' the student replies. 'I only have my faith.'

'Yes, faith,' the professor repeats. 'And that is the problem science has with God. There is no evidence, only faith.'
 
At the back of the room another student stands quietly for a moment before asking a question of His own. 'Professor, is there such thing as heat?'
 
'Yes,' the professor replies. 'There's heat.'
 
'And is there such a thing as cold?'

'Yes, son, there's cold too.'

'No sir, there isn't.'
 
The professor turns to face the student, obviously interested. The room suddenly becomes very quiet. The student begins to explain.

'You can have lots of heat, even more heat, super-heat, mega-heat, unlimited heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat, but we don't have anything called 'cold'. We can hit up to 458 degrees below zero, which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold; otherwise we would be able to go colder than the lowest -458 degrees.'
 
'Every body or object is susceptible to study when it has or transmits energy, and heat is what makes a body or matter have or transmit energy. Absolute zero (-458 F) is the total absence of heat. You see, sir, cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat we can measure in thermal units because heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.'
 
Silence across the room. A pen drops somewhere in the classroom, sounding like a hammer.
 
'What about darkness, professor. Is there such a thing as darkness?'
 
'Yes,' the professor replies without hesitation. 'What is night if it isn't darkness?'
 
'You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is not something; it is the absence of something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing light, but if you have no light constantly you have nothing and it's called darkness, isn't it? That's the meaning we use to define the word.'
 
'In reality, darkness isn't. If it were, you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?'

The professor begins to smile at the student in front of him. This will be a good semester. 'So what point are you making, young man?'
 
'Yes, professor. My point is, your philosophical premise is flawed to start with, and so your conclusion must also be flawed.'
 
The professor's face cannot hide his surprise this time. 'Flawed? Can you explain how?'
 
'You are working on the premise of duality,' the student explains. 'You argue that there is life and then there's death; a good God and a bad God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought.'
 
'Science uses electricity and magnetism, but we have never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life, just the absence of it.'
 
'Now tell me, professor. Do you teach your students that they evolved from a monkey??
 
'If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, young man, yes, of course I do.'
 
'Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?'
 
The professor begins to shake his head, still smiling, as he realizes where the argument is going. A very good semester, indeed.
 
'Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you now not a scientist, but a preacher?'
 
The class is in uproar. The student remains silent until the commotion has subsided.
 
'To continue the point you were making earlier to the other student, let me give you an example of what I mean.'
 
The student looks around the room. 'Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the professor's brain?'

The class breaks out into laughter.
 
'Is there anyone here who has ever heard the professor's brain, felt the professor's brain, touched or smelt the professor's brain? No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrable protocol, science says that you have no brain, with all due respect, sir.'
 
'So if science says you have no brain, how can we trust your lectures, sir?'
 
Now the room is silent. The professor just stares at the student, his face unreadable.
 
Finally, after what seems an eternity, the professor answers. 'I guess you'll have to take them on faith.'
 
'Now, you accept that there is faith, and, in fact, faith exists with life,' the student continues. 'Now, sir, is there such a thing as evil?'
 
Now uncertain, the professor responds, 'Of course, there is. We see it every day. It is in the daily example of man's inhumanity to man. It is in the multitude of crime and violence everywhere in the world. These manifestations are nothing else but evil.'
 
To this the student replied, 'Evil does not exist sir, or at least it does not exist unto itself. Evil is simply the absence of God.It is just like darkness and cold, a word that man has created to describe the absence of God. God did not create evil. Evil is the result of what happens when man does not have God's love present in his heart. It's like the cold that comes when there is no heat or the darkness that comes when there is no light.'
 
The professor sat down.