-::THROUGH THE EYES OF A CHILD =take time to read=::-

And Jesus called a little child unto him, and set him in the midst of them. And said, verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Matt.18:3-4

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 varicose it looked like a road map. We were too far from him to smell, but I was sure he smelled.

His hands waved and flapped on loose wrists. "Hi there, baby; hi there, big boy. I see ya, buster," the man said to Erik. My husband and I exchanged looks, "What do we do?" Erik continued to laugh and answer, "Hi, hi there."

Everyone in the restaurant noticed and looked at us and then at the man. The old geezer was creating a nuisance with my beautiful baby. Our meal came and the man began shouting from across the room,"Do ya know patty cake? Do you know peek-a-boo? Hey, look, he knows peek-a-boo."

Nobody thought the old man was cute. He was obviously drunk. My husband and I were embarrassed. We ate in silence; all except for Erik, who was running through his repertoire for the admiring skid-row bum, who in turn, reciprocated with his cute comments.

We finally got through the meal and headed for the door. My husband went to pay the check and told me to meet him in the parking lot. The old man sat poised between me and the door. "Lord, just let me out of here before he speaks to me or Erik," I prayed.

As I drew closer to the man, I turned my back trying to side step him and avoid any air he might be breathing. As I did, Erik leaned over my arm, reaching with both arms in a baby's "pick-me-up" position.

Before I could stop him, Erik had propelled himself from my arms to the man's. Suddenly a very old smelly man and a very young baby consummated their love relationship. Erik in an act of total trust, love, and submission laid his tiny head upon the man's ragged shoulder. The man's eyes closed, and I saw tears hover beneath his lashes. His aged hands full of grime, pain, and hard labor gently, so gently, cradled my baby's bottom and stroked his back.

No two beings have ever loved so deeply for so short a time. I stood awestruck. The old man rocked and cradled Erik in his arms for a moment, and then his eyes opened and set squarely on mine. He said in a firm commanding voice, "You take care of this baby." Somehow I managed, "I will," from a throat that contained a stone. He pried Erik from his chest - unwillingly, longingly, as though he were in pain.

I received my baby, and the man said, "God bless you, ma'am, you've given me my Christmas gift."

I said nothing more than a muttered thanks. With Erik in my arms, I ran for the car. My husband was wondering why I was crying and holding Erik so tightly, and why I was saying, "My God, my God, forgive me."

I had just witnessed Christ's love shown through the innocence of a tiny child who saw no sin, who made no judgment; a child who saw a soul, and a mother who saw a suit of clothes. I was a Christian who was blind, holding a child who was not. I felt it was God asking "Are you willing to share your son for a moment?" when He shared His for all eternity.

The ragged old man, unwittingly, had reminded me, "To enter the Kingdom of God, we must become as little children."

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taken:http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70438&authid=129891&m=2&d=26&y=2010&PHPSESS1D=5ccf71f89ce17e7d8650f70bfc505234

-::Do you think I'll ever find God? -+>A TRUE STORY about an Atheist Theology Student Who Was Found by God::-

Some twelve years ago, I stood watching my university students file into the classroom for our first session in the Theology of Faith. That was the first day I first saw Tommy. My eyes and my mind both blinked. He was combing his long flaxen hair, which hung six inches below his shoulders.

It was the first time I had ever seen a boy with hair that long. I guess it was just coming into fashion then. I know in my mind that it isn’t what’s on your head but what’s in it that counts; but on that day I was unprepared and my emotions flipped.

I immediately filed Tommy under "S" for strange... very strange. Tommy turned out to be the "atheist in residence" in my Theology of Faith course. He constantly objected to, smirked at, or whined about the possibility of an unconditionally loving Father-God. We lived with each other in relative peace for one semester, although I admit he was for me at times a serious pain in the back pew.

When he came up at the end of the course to turn in his final exam, he asked in a slightly cynical tone: "Do you think I’ll ever find God?"

I decided instantly on a little shock therapy. "No!" I said very emphatically.

"Oh," he responded, "I thought that was the product you were pushing."

I let him get five steps from the classroom door and then called out: "Tommy! I don’t think you’ll ever find him, but I am absolutely certain that He will find you!" He shrugged a little and left my class and my life.

I felt slightly disappointed at the thought that he had missed my clever line: "He will find you!" At least I thought it was clever. Later I heard that Tommy had graduated and I was duly grateful.

Then a sad report, I heard that Tommy had terminal cancer. Before I could search him out, he came to see me. When he walked into my office, his body was very badly wasted, and the long hair had all fallen out as a result of chemotherapy. But his eyes were bright and his voice was firm, for the first time, I believe. "Tommy, I’ve thought about you so often. I hear you are sick!" I blurted out.

"Oh, yes, very sick. I have cancer in both lungs. It’s a matter of weeks."

"Can you talk about it, Tom?"

"Sure, what would you like to know?"

"What’s it like to be only twenty-four and dying?"

"Well, it could be worse."

"Like what?"

"Well, like being fifty and having no values or ideals, like being fifty and thinking that booze, seducing women, and making money are the real ‘biggies’ in life."

I began to look through my mental file cabinet under "S" where I had filed Tommy as strange. (It seems as though everybody I try to reject by classification God sends back into my life to educate me.)

But what I really came to see you about," Tom said, " is something you said to me on the last day of class." (He remembered!) He continued, "I asked you if you thought I would ever find God and you said, ‘No!’ which surprised me. Then you said, ‘But he will find you.’ I thought about that a lot, even though my search for God was hardly intense at that time. (My "clever" line. He thought about that a lot!) But when the doctors removed a lump from my groin and told me that it was malignant, then I got serious about locating God. And when the malignancy spread into my vital organs, I really began banging bloody fists against the bronze doors of heaven.

But God did not come out. In fact, nothing happened. Did you ever try anything for a long time with great effort and with no success? You get psychologically glutted, fed up with trying. And then you quit.

Well, one day I woke up, and instead of throwing a few more futile appeals over that high brick wall to a God who may be or may not be there, I just quit. I decided that I didn’t really care... about God, about an afterlife, or anything like that. "I decided to spend what time I had left doing something more profitable. I thought about you and your class and I remembered something else you had said: ‘The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to go through life and leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you had loved them.’ "So I began with the hardest one: my Dad. He was reading the newspaper when I approached him."

"Dad"...

"Yes, what?" he asked without lowering the newspaper.

"Dad, I would like to talk with you."

"Well, talk."

"I mean... It’s really important."

The newspaper came down three slow inches. "What is it?"

"Dad, I love you. I just wanted you to know that." Tom smiled at me and said with obvious satisfaction, as though he felt a warm and secret joy flowing inside of him: "The newspaper fluttered to the floor. Then my father did two things I could never remember him ever doing before. He cried and he hugged me.

And we talked all night, even though he had to go to work the next morning. It felt so good to be close to my father, to see his tears, to feel his hug, to hear him say that he loved me. "It was easier with my mother and little brother. They cried with me, too, and we hugged each other, and started saying real nice things to each other. We shared the things we had been keeping secret for so many years. I was only sorry about one thing: that I had waited so long. Here I was just beginning to open up to all the people I had actually been close to.

"Then, one day I turned around and God was there. He didn’t come to me when I pleaded with him. I guess I was like an animal trainer holding out a hoop, ‘C’mon, jump through.’ ‘C’mon, I’ll give you three days... three weeks.’ Apparently God does things in his own way and at his own hour. "But the important thing is that he was there. He found me.

You were right. He found me even after I stopped looking for him."

"Tommy," I practically gasped, "I think you are saying something very important and much more universal than you realize. To me, at least, you are saying that the surest way to find God is not to make him a private possession, a problem solver, or an instant consolation in time of need, but rather by opening to love. You know, the Apostle John said that. He said God is love, and anyone who lives in love is living with God and God is living in him.’ Tom, could I ask you a favor? You know, when I had you in class you were a real pain. But (laughingly) you can make it all up to me now. Would you come into my present Theology of Faith course and tell them what you have just told me? If I told them the same thing it wouldn’t be half as effective as if you were to tell them."

"Oooh... I was ready for you, but I don’t know if I’m ready for your class."

"Tom, think about it. If and when you are ready, give me a call." In a few days Tommy called, said he was ready for the class, that he wanted to do that for God and for me. So we scheduled a date. However, he never made it.

He had another appointment, far more important than the one with me and my class. Of course, his life was not really ended by his death, only changed.

He made the great step from faith into vision. He found a life far more beautiful than the eye of man has ever seen or the ear of man has ever heard or the mind of man has ever imagined.

Before he died, we talked one last time. "I’m not going to make it to your class," he said.

"I know, Tom."

"Will you tell them for me? Will you... tell the whole world for me?"

"I will, Tom. I’ll tell them. I’ll do my best."

So, to all of you who have been kind enough to hear this simple statement about love, thank you for listening. And to you, Tommy, somewhere in the sunlit, verdant hills of heaven: "I told them, Tommy...as best I could."

Taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70406&authid=129891&m=2&d=24&y=2010&PHPSESS1D=0daffb70af8088515d9fc1e08b62f3ef

-::F.R.I.E.N.D.S::-

-{@ FRIENDS @}-
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Few months ago, I read one small story.
It was about two friends.


Two friends were walking along the beach.
During some point of the journey,
they had an argument.
And one friend slapped the other friend in the face.
The friend got hurt and without saying anything,
he wrote in the sand,

"Today, my BEST Friend slapped me."

They walked further a mile.
They were walking on a rocky mountain.
While walking along a edge, the friend who got slapped earlier,
lost balance and was about to fall deep into valley...
The other friend grabbed his hand,
pulled him back and saved his life.
Then the friend who got slapped earlier wrote,

"Today, My Best Friend Saved my Life."

but this time, on the Rock.
The Friend who slapped & saved his Life asked him,
When I hurt you, you wrote it on Sand,
and now you wrote on Rock, why ?
The other Friend replied,

"When someone hurts us
we should write it down
in sand where winds of
forgiveness can erase it away.
But, when someone does
something good for us,
we must engrave it in stone
where no wind
can ever erase it."

From this small story,
I realized the importance of appreciation.
It takes a minute to find a special person,
an hour to appreciate them,
a day to love them,
but then an entire life to forget them.

Try to forget the bad memories... Try to remember good memories... :)

Life is Beautiful !

God Bless You.

Take Care :)

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70391&authid=109920&m=2&d=23&y=2010&PHPSESS1D=b3f835642c0221e1c8326e954f1820ec

-::LIFE 'S BALANCE SHEET::-

Life balance Sheet:

Our Birth is our Opening Balance!
Our Death is our Closing Balance!
Our Prejudiced Views are our Liabilities
Our Creative Ideas are our Assets
Heart is our Current Asset
Soul is our Fixed Asset
Brain is our Fixed Deposit
Thinking is our Current Account
Achievements are our Capital
Character & Morals, our Stock-in-Trade
Friends are our General Reserves
Values & Behaviour are our Goodwill
Patience is our Interest Earned
Love is our Dividend
Children are our Bonus Issues
Education is Brands / Patents
Knowledge is our Investment
Experience is our Premium Account
The Aim is to Tally the Balance Sheet Accurately.
The Goal is to get the Best Presented Accounts Award.
Some very Good and Very bad things ...
The most destructive habit.....................

.Worry
The greatest Joy................................Giving
The greatest loss.......Loss of self-respect
The most satisfying work...............Helping others

The ugliest personality trait.............Selfishness
The most endangered species.........Dedicated leaders
Our greatest natural resource...............Our youth
The greatest "shot in the arm"...........Encouragement
The greatest problem to overcome.................Fear

The most effective sleeping pill........Peace of mind
The most crippling failure disease............Excuses
The most powerful force in life..................Love
The most dangerous pariah........A gossip
The world's most incredible computer........The brain
The worst thing to be without................... Hope
The deadliest weapon........................The tongue
The two most power-filled words..............."I Can"
The greatest asset...............................Faith
The most worthless emotion.................Self-pity
The most beautiful attire......................SMILE!
The most prized possession................Integrity
The most powerful channel of communication.....Prayer
The most contagious spirit.................Enthu sia sm
The most important thing in life...................GOD


Life ends; when you stop Dreaming,
Hope ends; when you stop Believing,
Love ends; when you stop Caring,
And Friendship ends; when you stop Sharing...!!!

taken from :http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70384&authid=120350&m=2&d=23&y=2010

-::Daddy is driving...::-

While his family and he were in Europe, there was once that they need to drive 3 days continuously, day and night, to get to Germany. So, they all got into the car -- he, his wife, and his 3 years old daughter.

His little daughter has never traveled at night before. She was scared the first night in the car, with deep darkness outside.

"Where are we going, Daddy?" "To your uncle's house, in Germany."

"Have you been to his house before?" "No."

"Then, do you know the way?" "Maybe, we can read the map."

Short pause. "Do you know how to read the map?" "Yes, we will get there safely."

Another pause. "Where are we going to eat if we get hungry before arriving?" "We can stop by restuarants if we are hungry."

"Do you know if there are restaurants on the way?" "Yes, there are."

"Do you know where?" "No, but we will be able to find some."

The same dialogue repeated a few times within the first night, and also the second night. But on the third night, his daughter was quiet. The speaker thought that she might have fallen asleep, but when he looked into the mirror, he saw that she was awake and was just looking around calmly. He couldn't help wondering why she was not asking the questions anymore --

"Dear, do you know where we are going?" "Germany, Uncle's house."

"Do you know how we are getting there?" "No."

"Then why aren't you asking anymore?" "Because Daddy is driving."

Because Daddy is driving. This answer from a 3 years' old girl has then become the strength and help for this speaker for the many years follow whenever he has questions and fears on his journey with the Lord. Yes, our Father is driving. We may know the destination (and sometimes we may just know it like the little girl -- "Germany", without understanding where or what it really is). We do not know the way, we do not know how to read the map, we do not know if we can find restaurants along the way. But the little girl knew the most important thing -- Daddy is driving -- and so she is safe and secure. She knows that her Daddy will provide all that she needs.

Do you know your Daddy, the Great Shepherd, is driving today? What are your behavior and response as a passenger, His child?

You may have asked many questions before, but can you like the little girl, starts to realize the most important focus should be "Daddy is driving?"

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70361&authid=30297&m=2&d=21&y=2010

-::*~*True Royalty (You are a royalty, READ THIS WORTHY OF YOUR TIME)*~*::-

A beggar lived near the king's palace. One day he saw a proclamation posted
outside the palace gate. The king was giving a great dinner. Anyone dressed in royal garments was invited to the party.

The beggar went on his way. He looked at the rags he was wearing and sighed.
Surely only kings and their families wore royal robes, he thought.

Slowly an idea crept into his mind. The audacity of it made him tremble. Would he dare?

He made his way back to the palace. He approached the guard at the gate. "Please,sire, I would like to speak to the king."

"Wait here," the guard replied.

In a few minutes, he was back. "His majesty will see you," he said, and led the beggar in.

"You wish to see me?" asked the king.

"Yes, your majesty. I want so much to attend the banquet, but I have no royal
robes to wear. Please, sir, if I may be so bold, may I have one of your old
garments so that I, too, may come to the banquet?"

The beggar shook so hard that he could not see the faint smile that was on the king's face.

"You have been wise in coming to me," the king said. He called to his son, the young prince. "Take this man to your room and array him in some of your clothes."

The prince did as he was told and soon the beggar was standing before a mirror, clothed in garments that he had never dared hope for.

"You are now eligible to attend the king's banquet tomorrow night," said the prince. "But even more important, you will never need any other clothes. These garments will last forever."

The beggar dropped to his knees. "Oh, thank you," he cried. But as he started to leave, he looked back at his pile of dirty rags on the floor. He hesitated. What if the prince was wrong? What if he would need his old clothes again. Quickly he gathered them up.

The banquet was far greater than he had ever imagined, but he could not enjoy himself as he should. He had made a small bundle of his old rags and it kept falling off his lap. The food was passed quickly and the beggar missed some of the greatest delicacies.

Time proved that the prince was right. The clothes lasted forever. Still the poor beggar grew fonder and fonder of his old rags.

As time passed people seemed to forget the royal robes he was wearing. They
saw only the little bundle of filthy rags that he clung to wherever he went. They even spoke of him as the old man with the rags.

One day as he lay dying, the king visited him. The beggar saw the sad look on the king's face when he looked at the small bundle of rags by the bed.

Suddenly the beggar remembered the prince's words and he realized that his bundle of rags had cost him a lifetime of true royalty. He wept bitterly at his folly.

And the king wept with him.

We have been invited into a royal family--the family of God. To feast at God's dinner table, all we have to do is shed our old rags and put on the "new clothes" of faith which is provided by God's Son, Jesus Christ.

But we cannot hold onto our old rags. When we put our faith in Christ, we must let go of the sin in our life, and our old ways of living. Those things must be discarded if we are to experience true royalty and abundant life in Christ.

"Behold, the old is passed away; the new has come!" (2 Corinthians 5:17)

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70307&authid=129891&m=2&d=18&y=2010&PHPSESS1D=76e6947be7aedabf50cdaebbcf1c0c0b

-::*~*Lagu Padang Gurun Menjadi Taman TUHAN*~*::-

di saat ku berbeban berat
Kuingat ku punya KAU Tuhan
Hanya KAU Yang Paling Perduli
Keadaan Yang Kualami

Di saat Ku Hilang Harapan
Ku Berlari PadaMU Tuhan
Hanya KAU yang paling mengerti
Jalan Keluarku yang pasti

Seperti tanganMU berkuasa
Mengubahkan padang gurun
menjadi taman Tuhan

Kupercaya KAU Sanggup
Pulihkan Kehidupanku
Seindah RancanganMU yang Sempurna

-::-DO YOU HAVE A BESTFRIEND?(soooooo touching..I assured you, it's a blessing!)::-

Once in a small farming town in Oklahoma, there lived a poor fourth grade boy named Andy who would follow this route to school everyday: He had to cross the rugged plains and a dangerous highway where vehicles recklessly drove to and fro. Once past this highway, the boy would take a short cut by passing by the Church every morning just to say hi to Jesus, and faithfully say his morning prayers. He was being watched by the pastor who always found the boy's sincerity and innocence so uplifting in the morning.
"Hello Andy, How are you today", he would say greeting the child.
"I'm fine Pastor Thompson, How are you" ...he would say flashing his innocent grin.
Seeing the way that Andy went to school the pastor was so concerned one day he talked to him. "From school...", he advised "do not cross the highway alone, you can pass through the Church and then I will accompany you to the other side of the road that way I can see that you get home safe...."
"Thank you Pastor..."
"Why don't you go straight home ... why do you stay in this church right after school?"
Andy replied, "I just want to say "Hi" to my friend, Jesus,"
So the pastor would leave the boy to spend time praying by himself beside the altar, but one day out of curiosity he hid behind the altar to listen to what this boy had to say.
"You know my math exam was pretty bad today, but I did not cheat-although my seat mate was bullying me for notes ... you know, Dad's had a bad farming season so far this year so we don't have much food but I ate some bread and drank my water. Thank you for this! I saw a poor kitten who was hungry and I know how he feels so I gave some of my bread to him... funny but
I am not that hungry... Look, this is my last pair of shoes... I may have to walk barefoot next week... you see this is about to be broken... but it is okay... at least I am still able to go to school... some say we will have a hard season this month, and some of my classmates have had to stop going to school to help with the farms ... please help them get to school again, please Jesus?... Oh, you know, Dad hit me again, it is painful, but I know this pain will pass away, at least I still have a Dad ... you want to see my bruises? I know you can heal them ... here... here and....oh ...blood. I guess you knew about this one, huh? Please don't be mad at Dad, he is just tired and worries about putting food on our table and my schooling that is why he hits me... Oh, I think I am in love... there's this pretty girl in my class, her name is Anita... do you think she will like me? Anyway, at least I know you will always like me, I don't have to be anybody just to please you, you are my very best friend! Hey your birthday is just one week from now!!! Aren't you excited? I am! Wait till you see, I have a gift for you.... but it is a surprise! I hope you will like it! Oooops, I have to go..."
Then he stood up and calls out, "Pastor, I am finished talking to my friend... can you accompany me to the other side of the road now"?
This routine happened everyday. Andy never failed to visit the church. Pastor Thompson shared this every Sunday to the people in his church because he had never before seen such pure faith and trust in God, and such a very positive outlook in such negative circumstances.
The day before Christmas, Pastor Thompson became very ill and was sent to the hospital. The Church was left to a substitute Pastor who had little patience for children or for any interruptions in his work. He would not smile and could always find fault in what other people were doing. On
Christmas Day he was in the Pastor's Study when Andy,coming from his Christmas party, playfully dashed into the church calling, "Hi Jesus!!!!!"
"Who are you child and what are you doing in here", the pastor yelled out angrily.
Poor Andy was so terrified. "Where's Pastor Thompson? He always helps me cross the street.... and not only that, I have to greet Jesus--it's His birthday, I have a gift right here...."
Just as he was about to get the gift out of his shirt, the pastor grabbed Andy by the shoulder and pushed him out the door of the church.
"I cannot be bothered right now I am preparing my sermon for the Christmas service tonight. Also, next time be more reverent when you come into the church", the man yelled as he closed the door behind Andy.
So the boy had no choice but to cross the dangerous side of the road in front of the church by himself. As he crossed a fast moving bus came in. There was a blind curve. The boy was protecting his gift inside his shirt, so he was not looking. There was so little time. Andy died on the spot. As people crowded around the body of the poor, lifeless, young boy... Suddenly, out of nowhere a tall man appeared in a pure white shirt and pants, a face so mild and gentle, but with eyes full of tears... He came and carried the boy in His arms, He was crying. Curious bystanders nudged the man in white, and asked, "Excuse me sir, are you related to the child? Do you know him?" The man in white, His face mourning and in agony, answered, "He was my best friend” was all he said. He took the badly wrapped gift from the shirt of the lifeless boy, and placed it near his heart. He stood up and carried the boy away and they both disappeared from sight. The crowd was curious... On New Years Eve, when Pastor Thompson returned home from the hospital he learned of the shocking news. He went to visit Andy's parents, and to ask them about the man in white he had been told about. He consulted the parents of Andy.
"How did you first learn of your sons death?"
"A man in white brought him here." Sobbed the mother.
"What did he say?"
The father answered, "He did not say anything. He was mourning. We do not know him and yet he was very lonely at our son's death, as if he knew our son very well. But there was something peaceful and unexplainable about him. He gave me my son, and then he smiled peacefully. He rubbed my son's hair away from his face and kissed him on his forehead, then he whispered something..."
"What did he say?"
"He said to my boy..." the father began, "Thank you for the gift... I will see you soon.. you will be with me..." and the father of the boy continued, "and you know for a while, it felt so wonderful... I cried, but I do not know why.... all I know is I cried tears of joy... I could not explain it, but when that man left, something peaceful came over me, I felt a deep sense of love inside... I could not explain the joy in my heart, I know my boy is in heaven now.. but... tell me, who was this man that my son talked to everyday in your church, you should know because you are always there... except at the time of his death..."
Pastor Thompson suddenly felt the tears welling in his eyes, with trembling knees, he murmured, "He was talking to Jesus...."

-::You Are Special(Max Lucado:-

You are Special

-::Judge Me by the Footprints I Leave Behind::-

A story is told about a soldier who was finally coming 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 land mine 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. Their son had died after falling from a building, they were told. The police believed it was suicide. The grief-stricken parents flew to San Francisco and were taken to the city morgue to identify the body of their son. They recognized him, but to their horror they also discovered something they didn't know: their son had only one arm and one leg.

The parents in this story are like many of us. We find it easy to love those who are good looking or fun to have around, but we don't like people who inconvenience us or make us feel uncomfortable. We would rather stay away from people who aren't as healthy, beautiful, or smart as we are.

Thankfully, there's someone who won't treat us that way. Someone who loves us with an unconditional love that welcomes us into the forever family, regardless of how messed up we are.

Tonight, before you tuck yourself in for the night, say a little prayer that God will give you the strength you need to accept people as they are, and to help us all be more understanding of those who are different from us!

~ Author Unknown ~


A man has not lived,
until he has almost died.

For those who have fought,
life has a flavor
the protected will never know.

Signed, Vietnam Veteran

taken from : http://www.christianster.com/ctan/html/showsharing.php?sid=70191&authid=129891&m=2&d=11&y=2010

 

::-Bagi dunia kau hanya seseorang, tapi bagi seseorang kau adalah dunianya::-

Gaji Papa Berapa?

Mo share aja cerita2 yg menyentuh hati, sorry bgt kl repost yaa



Seperti biasa Andrew, Kepala Cabang di sebuah perusahaan swasta
terkemuka di Jakarta, tiba di rumahnya pada pukul 9 malam. Tidak seperti
biasanya, Sarah, putri pertamanya yang baru duduk di kelas tiga SDmembukakan
pintu untuknya.

Nampaknya ia sudah menunggu cukup lama.

"Kok, belum tidur ?" sapa Andrew sambil mencium anaknya.

Biasanya Sarah memang sudah lelap ketika ia pulang dan baru terjaga
ketika ia akan berangkat ke kantor pagi hari.

Sambil membuntuti sang Papa menuju ruang keluarga,
Sarah menjawab, "Aku nunggu Papa pulang. Sebab aku mau tanya berapa
sih gaji Papa ?"

"Lho tumben, kok nanya gaji Papa ? Mau minta uang lagi, ya ?"

"Ah, enggak. Pengen tahu aja" ucap Sarah singkat.

"Oke. Kamu boleh hitung sendiri. Setiap hari Papa bekerja sekitar
10jam dan dibayar Rp. 400.000,-.
Setiap bulan rata-rata dihitung 22 hari kerja.

Sabtu dan Minggu libur, kadang Sabtu Papa masih lembur.
Jadi, gaji Papa dalam satu bulan berapa, hayo ?"

Sarah berlari mengambil kertas dan pensilnya dari meja belajar,
sementara Papanya melepas sepatu dan menyalakan televisi.
Ketika Andrew beranjak menuju kamar untuk berganti pakaian, Sarah
berlari mengikutinya.
"Kalo satu hari Papa dibayar Rp. 400.000,-untuk 10 jam, berarti satu
jam Papa digaji Rp. 40.000,- dong" katanya.

"Wah, pinter kamu. Sudah, sekarang cuci kaki, tidur" perintah Andrew.
Tetapi Sarah tidak beranjak.

Sambil menyaksikan Papanya berganti pakaian,Sarah kembali bertanya,
"Papa, aku boleh pinjam uang Rp. 5.000,- enggak ?"

"Sudah, nggak usah macam-macam lagi.
Buat apa minta uang malam-malam begini ? Papa capek.
Dan mau mandi dulu. Tidurlah".

"Tapi Papa..."

Kesabaran Andrew pun habis.
"Papa bilang tidur !" hardiknya mengejutkan Sarah.

Anak kecil itu pun berbalik menuju kamarnya.


Usai mandi, Andrew nampak menyesali hardiknya.

Ia pun menengok Sarah di kamar tidurnya.


Anak kesayangannya itu belum tidur.
Sarah didapati sedang terisak-isak pelan sambil memegang uang Rp. 15.000,
di tangannya.

Sambil berbaring dan mengelus kepala bocah kecil itu,
Andrew berkata, "Maafkan Papa, Nak, Papa sayang sama Sarah.
Tapi buat apa sih minta uang malam-malam begini ?
Kalau mau beli mainan, besok kan bisa."

Jangankan Rp.5.000,- lebih dari itu pun Papa kasih" jawab Andrew

"Papa, aku enggak minta uang. Aku hanya pinjam.
Nanti aku kembalikan kalau sudah menabung lagi dari uang jajan selama minggu ini".

"lya, iya, tapi buat apa ?" tanya Andrew lembut.

"Aku menunggu Papa dari jam 8. Aku mau ajak Papa main ular tangga. Tiga puluh
menit aja.
Mama sering bilang kalo waktu Papa itu sangat berharga. Jadi, aku
mau ganti waktu Papa.
Aku buka tabunganku, hanya ada Rp.15.000,- tapi..
karena Papa bilang satu jam Papa dibayar Rp. 40.000,-
maka setengah jam aku harus ganti Rp. 20.000,-.
Tapi duit tabunganku kurang Rp.5.000,
makanya aku mau pinjam dari Papa" kata Sarah polos.

Andrew pun terdiam. ia kehilangan kata-kata.
Dipeluknya bocah kecil itu erat-erat dengan perasaan haru.
Dia baru menyadari, ternyata limpahan harta yang dia berikan selama
ini, tidak cukup untuk "membeli" kebahagiaan anaknya.

"Bagi dunia kau hanya seseorang, tapi bagi seseorang kau adalah
dunianya"

taken from: indowebster forum ^^ ( Linknya Kehapus >.< )

-::Jangan Pernah Menyerah::- ( Inspiring Picture)