ღ♥ RECIPE FOR KINDNESS ♥ღ

I never know when I'm going to find an interesting poem, or quote or story.
I found this one yesterday on my Facebook page.  I thought I'd share it with you all.


Fold two hands together
And express a dash of sorrow
Marinate it overnight
And work on it tomorrow.


Chop one grudge in tiny pieces
Add several cups of love
Dredge with a large sized smile
Mix with the ingredients above.

Dissolve the hate within you,
By doing a good deedCut in and help your friend
If he should be in need.

Stir in laughter, love and kindness
From the heart it has to come,

Toss with genuine forgiveness
And give your neighbor some.

The amount of people served
Will depend on you,
It can serve the whole wide world,
If you really want it to. 

Garbage in the Salad

If we live in the Spirit, let us walk in the Spirit. Gal 5:25

Our Christian walk should square with our Christian talk!  Many who know the Lord as Savoiur are not ready for the life of full surrender and discipleship which is necessary for true joy, in the world while still clinging to Christ for salvation.  As a result they live defeated lives and their testimony is alwast wothless.

It was Jesus Himself who declared "No man can serve two masters." (Matt. 6:24). Paul says "If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit!"  After what has done to redeem our soul, can we do anything less then obey this admonition if we truly love Him, and wish to bring others to His side?

Many years ago the Home Life Magazine published the following illustration:

One day as a mother was scrapping and peeling the vegetables for a salad, her dauther came to ask her permission to go to worldly centre of amusement.  On the defensive, the daughter admitted it was a questionable place, but all the other girls were going, and they did not think it would actually hurt them.  As the girl talked, suddenly she saw her mother pick up a handful of discarded vegetable scraps and throw them into the salad. 

In  a startled voice she cried "Mother, you are putting the garbage in the salad!"

"Yes," her mother replied, "I know; but I thought that if you did not mind garbage in your mind and heart you certainly would not mind a little in your stomach!"

Thoughtgully the girl removed the offending material from the salad, and with a brief "Thank you," to her mother, she went to tell her friends she would not be going with them.

If you have spiritual indigetion, and have a "sick" testimony, maybe it's because you have allowered too much"garbage in the salad."

Earthly pleasures vainly call me,

I would be like Jesus:

Nothing worldly shall enthrall me,

I would be like Jesus.

   J Rowe.

DeHaan., R.W & Bosch., H.G. (1971).  Our Daily Bread Favourites. 366 Devotional Meditations.
                                                                    Daybreak books. Zondervan Publishing House. GrandRapids. Michigan.
                                                                    October 13

Not like a Mule...

Be ye not like the horse, or the mule...Ps 32:9

A certain man, prominent in society, asked a church dignitary whether it was according to the rules of etiquette to "say grace" at a banquet table.  The preacher replied, "I do not know much about etiquette, but I remember seeing on the wall of a farmer's home a picture showing mules and oxen at a crib.  They were devouring the fodder and scattering some of it beneath their feet, and over the picture was this inscription:

"Who, without prayer, sits down to eat,

And, without thanks, then leaves the table,

Trample, the gift of God with feet,

And is like mule and ox in stable."

My wife Margaret tells about an experience in her childhood that made a deep impression on her.  One day when was at a friend's home for dinner and everyone had assembled around the table, someone suggested they should "give thanks." Evidently it wasn't their custom. After a moment of rather awkward silence, the mother of the house blurted out, "We don't have to give thanks. After all, Daddy worked awfully hard to provide this food!"  What a tragedy that people who should know better fail to recognise that "Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow or turning." (Jas. 1:7)

On the other hand, just going through the motions of "saying grace" at the table can be almost as bad as not praying at all.  How easy it is to become mechanical, even in our religious exercises, and to pray just because it si customary or seems to be "the right thing to do."  Whenever we bow our heads together, may our expression of thanksgiving always well up from the depths of a grateful heart.  Let's not be "like the mule."

Now thank we all our God with hearts and hands and voices

Who wonderous things hath done, in whom His world rejoices:

Who, from our mother's arms, hath blessed us on our way

With countless gifts of love, and still is ours today.   Martin Rinkhart

DeHann., R.W & Bosch., H.G. (1971). Our Daily Bread Favourites. 336 Devotional Meditations .Daybreak Books.

                                                                   Zondervan Publishing house. Grand Rapids. Michigan. (January 15.) 

The Widow's Case

I heard this story on Saturday given by the speaker for the day.  This is the story he told the children to illustrate his talk.

There once was a widow who lived in Germany.  To make money to live she use to make butter and sell it.
This was long before machines and so the lady had to use a butter churn and make the milk.  Every day she would take the milk and churn the cream to make a pound of butter.

She exchanged her butter for goods such as bread. 
One day the baker weighed the butter and discovered that the butter was under weight.  He thought he was been duped of his money.  So he took her to the judge in town.

The baker told how the widow had given him butter weighing less than the pound.  What did she have in defence of this?

Well the story went like this her grandchildren came to stay and played with her scales.  They had lost some of the weights that she used to weigh how much butter was in the packet.

But what did this have to do with the baker's butter.

Well seeing she didn't have the correct weights she had used the bread the baker sold to weigh her butter with. The judge then made the observation that baker didn't have a case.

Why not well the bread was sold by the pound.

Thus the adaged
Be sure your sins will find you out.
What ever you sow, so shall you reap.