Martin Luther — There are some of us who think to ourselves…

There are some of us who think to ourselves, “If I had only been there! How quick I would have been to help the Baby. I would have washed His linen. How happy I would have been to go with the shepherds to see the Lord lying in the manger!” Yes, we would say that because we know how great Christ is, but if we had been there at that time, we would have done no better than the people of Bethlehem…Why don’t we do it now? We have Christ in our neighbor.
Martin Luther

Mother Teresa — We all long for heaven where God is…

We all long for heaven where God is, but we have it in our power to be in heaven with Him right now- to be happy with Him at this very moment. But being happy with Him now means loving like He loves, helping like He helps, giving as He gives, serving as He serves, rescuing as He rescues, being with Him twenty-four hours a day- touching Him in His distressing disguise.
Mother Teresa

Tony Campolo — The story is told of a church…

The story is told of a church that secured a new preacher, and the word spread around town about how well he preached. The church members were abuzz about what an improvement he was over their former preacher, and how much more attention they gave to his sermons. When the town cynic asked what made this new preacher so much better than his predecessor, he was told, “The old preacher told us that we’re all sinners, and that if we didn’t repent, we’d burn in hell forever!” This cynic then asked, “And what does this new one say?” The answer was, “That we’re all sinners, and that if we don’t repent, we’ll burn in hell forever!” When the cynic responded that he didn’t see any difference between the two of them, he was told, “This new preacher says it with tears in his eyes.”
Tony Campolo

Unknown — A friend who was working in the Dominican Republic…

A friend who was working in the Dominican Republic with Habitat for Humanity had befriended a small boy named Etin.  He noticed that when Etin wore a shirt at all it was always the same dirty, tattered one.  A box of used clothes had been left at the camp, and my friend found two shirts in it that were in reasonably good shape and about Etin’s size, so he gave them to the grateful boy.  A few days later he saw another boy wearing one of the shirts.  When he next met up with Etin he explained that the shirts were meant for him.  Etin just looked at him and said, “But you gave me two!”
Unknown

Unknown — A few years ago…

A few years ago I had managed to screw up my life so badly that I found myself without a home and without hope.  I’m ashamed to admit it, but even then I was so absorbed by my own self-pity that all I could think of was begging enough money to buy the cheapest drink I could find.  One day I was sitting in front of a store panhandling when a woman walked by with a small boy in tow.  She ignored my pitch and hurried away.  As I watched them go down the sidewalk the small boy broke free and came running back.  He stood in front of me, fumbling in his coat pocket; he pulled out a five-dollar bill that was almost certainly more money than he had ever held before, and handed it to me.  I was completely dumbstruck and just sat there staring at him with the money in my hand.  By then his mother had returned and with tears in her eyes gently led the boy away.  He turned back once to wave and they were gone.  I don’t know how long I sat there, but I have not had another drink since then.
Unknown

Jules Feiffer — I used to think I was poor…

I used to think I was poor.  Then they told me I wasn’t poor, I was needy.  Then they told me it was self-defeating to think of myself as needy, that I was culturally deprived.  Then they told me deprived was a bad image, that I was underprivileged.  Then they told me underprivileged was overused, that I was disadvantaged.  I still don’t have a dime, but I do have a great vocabulary.
Jules Feiffer

Dietrich Bonhoeffer — The hungry need bread…

The hungry need bread and the homeless need a roof; the dispossessed need justice and the lonely need fellowship; the undisciplined need order and the slaves need freedom.  To allow the hungry to remain hungry would be blasphemy against God and one’s neighbor, for what is nearest to God is precisely the need of one’s neighbor.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer

John C. Maxwell — Dan Clark recalls that when he was a teenager…

Dan Clark recalls that when he was a teenager, he and his father once stood in line to buy tickets for the circus.  As they waited, they noticed the family immediately in front of them.  The parents were holding hands, and they had eight children in tow, all behaved well and all probably under the age of twelve.  Based on their clean but simple clothing, he suspected they didn’t have a lot of money.  The kids jabbered about the exciting things they expected to see, and he could tell that the circus was going to be a new adventure for them.
As the couple approached the counter, the attendant asked how many tickets they wanted.  The man proudly responded, “Please let me buy eight children’s tickets and two adult tickets so I can take my family to the circus.”
When the attendant quoted the price, the man’s wife let go of his hand, and her head drooped.  The man leaned a little closer and asked, “How much did you say?”  The attendant again quoted the price.  The man obviously didn’t have enough money.  He looked crushed.
Clark says his father watched all of this, put his hand in his pocket, pulled out a twenty-dollar bill, and dropped it on the ground.  His father then reached down, picked up the bill, tapped the man on the shoulder, and said, “Excuse me, sir, this fell out of your pocket.”
The man knew exactly what was going on.  He looked straight into Clark’s father’s eyes, took his hand, shook it, and with a tear streaming down his cheek, replied, “Thank you, thank you, sir.  This really means a lot to me and my family.”
Clark and his father went back to their car and drove home.  They didn’t have enough money to go to the circus that night, but it didn’t matter.  They had encouraged a whole family.  And it was something neither family would ever forget.
John C. Maxwell

James M. Tulloch — A smile creates happiness in the home…

A smile creates happiness in the home, fosters good will in business and is the countersign of friends.  It is rest to the weary, daylight to the discouraged, sunshine to the sad, and nature’s best antidote for trouble.  Yet it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is something that is no earthly good to anybody until it is given away.  Keep smiling- and let your smile be one of sincerity.  Don’t just force it out to make a sale, to keep out of a fight, or for similar reasons.  But smile from the heart out, making those who see you smile do likewise in a feeling of good fellowship.
James M. Tulloch

Phillips Brooks — You who are letting miserable misunderstandings…

You who are letting miserable misunderstandings run on from year to year, meaning to clear them up some day; you who are keeping wretched quarrels alive because you cannot quite make up your minds that now is the day to sacrifice your pride and kill them; you who are letting your neighbor starve until you hear that he is dying of starvation or letting your friend’s heart ache for a word of appreciation or sympathy, which you mean to give him some day; if you could only know and see and feel all of a sudden that time is short, how it would break the “spell.”  How you would go instantly and do the thing which you might never have another chance to do.
Phillips Brooks

W. E. McCumber — We need to arrange a servanthood conference…

We need to arrange a servanthood conference, with workshops in love, forgiveness, feet-washing, cross bearing- in short, workshops in Christlikeness.  God is not waiting for people to get big enough to use, but to get small enough in their own eyes for Him to entrust with His mission and Spirit.  Christ cannot be represented by swaggering leaders who “lord it over” the flock of God.  He cannot be represented by puffed-up laymen who nominate themselves as church bosses.  He can be honestly manifested only in the lives of those who feel, as did Paul, that they are “less than the least of all the saints.”
W. E. McCumber

Unknown — The Day’s Result…

The Day’s Result
Is anybody happier because you passed his way? Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today? The day is almost over and its toiling time is through; Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you? Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came along, Or a churlish sort of “Howdy”; then vanish in the throng? Were you selfish, pure and simple, as you rushed along your way, Or is someone mighty grateful for a deed you did today? Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that’s slipping fast, That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed? Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said? Does the man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead? Did you waste the day or lose it, was it well or poorly spent? Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent? As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God would say, “You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?”
Unknown

Wilfred Grenfell — Dr. Wilfred Grenfell, the missionary doctor of Labrador…

Dr. Wilfred Grenfell, the missionary doctor of Labrador, was a cynical young medical student in London when Dwight L. Moody went there to preach.  Said Grenfell of Moody: “When Mr. Moody finished his sermon, I resolved either to drop religion entirely or else make a real effort to do what Christ would do if He were in my place.  With a mother like mine, that resolve could only have one outcome.  So, beginning that night, I started doing what I thought Christ would do if He were a young doctor in London.”
Wilfred Grenfell

Pauline Phillips — O, heavenlty Father: we thank thee…

O, heavenly Father: we thank thee for food and remember the hungry.
We thank thee for health and remember the sick.
We thank thee for friends and remember the friendless.
We thank thee for freedom and remember the enslaved.
May these remembrances stir us to service,
That thy gifts to us may be used for others.
Amen.
Pauline Phillips

James R. Miller — Kindness is just the word for [certain] small acts…

Kindness is just the word for [certain] small acts.  Kindness is love flowing out in little gentlenesses.  We ought to carry our lives so that they will be perpetual benedictions wherever we go.  All we need for such a ministry is a heart full of love for Christ; for if we truly love Christ we shall also love our fellow men, and love will always find ways of helping.  A heart filled with gentleness cannot be miserly of its benedictions.
James R. Miller

Saul Teplitz — Peace of mind should not be an objective of life…

Peace of mind should not be an objective of life.  More often than not, peace of mind leads to a state of peace without mind.  There are causes that should call us; there are cries of help that should move us; there are people who need us; there are conditions that demand us.  Floating around in one’s own tub of butter should not be a goal for an intelligent life.  Let us find tranquility in the doing, not in the being.
Saul Teplitz

Unknown — There is a story about an old woman…

There is a story about an old woman who was in distress because she had lost her sense of God.  A friend who was with her one day said, “Pray to God.  Ask Him to touch you.  He will put His hand on you.”  The old woman began to pray and suddenly felt a hand touching her.  She cried out in joy, “He has touched me!”  Then she added, “But do you know, it felt just like your hand!”  Her friend said, “Sure, what do you think God would be doing?  Did you think He’d reach a long arm out of heaven to touch you?  He just took the hand that was nearest and used that.”
Unknown

Amy Nappa — God might want you to extend his love…

God might want you to extend his love by offering to baby-sit for the single parent down the street. He might want you to prepare a hearty meal for that lonely old man who lost his wife — and to sit and visit with him while he eats. Who knows, he might even want you to reach out and touch the life of a total stranger in some way you can’t imagine right now. Are you willing to set aside your own comfort to touch someone else with God’s love?
Amy Nappa

Unknown — A story is told about a little boy…

A story is told about a little boy with a big heart.  His next-door neighbor was an older gentleman whose wife had recently died.  When the youngster saw the elderly man crying, he climbed up onto his lap and simply sat there.  Later, his mother asked the boy what he had said to their saddened neighbor.  “Nothing,” the child replied.  “I just helped him cry.”  Sometimes that is the best thing we can do for people who are facing profound sorrow.  Often, our attempts to say something wise and helpful are far less valuable than just sitting next to the bereaved ones, holding their hand, and crying with them.
Unknown

Unknown — Enable me, our Father…

Enable me, our Father, to realize that words once spoken, like coins in circulation, pass from person to person along an uncharted course. Grant me the insight so to speak that any words of mine may be repeated without giving hurt. Help me not to criticize but rather to stress the things that are pure, lovely, and of good report. Make my habit of thought gentle and eager to pass along news of kindness and work well done. May my words build, never destroy, faith and confidence. To this end I pray that Thou wilt lead me in the ways of understanding. Amen.
Unknown

Pictures of Tragedy — When I see pictures of tragedy…

When I see pictures of tragedy,
Don’t let it get old to me
When I see hunger and poverty,
Don’t let it get old to me
When I see hatred and jealousy,
Don’t let it get old to me
When I see shattered integrity,
Don’t let it get old to me
Let my heart be broken
Give me eyes of compassion
Don’t let my hunger diminish
But let me finish strong
I want to hear you say to me
Well done

Pictures of Tragedy

Norman Vincent Peale — There’s a story…

There’s a story that’s always meant a lot to Ruth and me. The story was about an African boy who gave his missionary teacher an unusually beautiful seashell as a Christmas gift. The boy had walked a great distance, over rough terrain, to the only place on the coast where these particular shells could be found. The teacher was touched. “You’ve traveled so far to bring me such a wonderful present,” she said. The boy looked puzzled, then his eyes widened with excitement: “Oh, teacher,” he explained, “long walk part of gift.” Sure, there have been plenty of times over the years when all the pre-holiday shopping and sermon writing and schedule arranging seemed to be too much, and my wife, Ruth, and I have been tempted to throw up our hands and say, “It’s just not worth the effort!” But then we’ve looked at each other and said, “Long walk part of gift.” And we’ve laughed and gotten back to work.
Norman Vincent Peale